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vannahfanfics · 2 months ago

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I am a Demi-girl who is Queer and I have adhd, dyslexia, austism, and anxiety so I can be kind of scatter brained, I’m shy at first but once I warm up good luck getting me shut up! my hobbies are reading, knitting/crotchet, video games, and learning new things. I currently have a my dream job which is working at a public library (I work in the teen department) so I get a lot of time read. I am fan of most generas but I really like horror, adventure, and mystery.

Hi, sorry for the delay in completing your commissions! I am on a pretty rough residency block right now where I am working 12-14-hour shifts most days, with only four days off in a twenty-eight-day block. :') But, I finally managed to find some time and energy to work on these! Thank you very much for your patience, and I hope they were worth the wait! :) Your second commission will be soon to follow~

I match you with...

Sanji from One Piece!

Ah, Sanji—one of my first manga/anime loves ever! I'm therefore a little biased toward him, but I have good reasons to say that you two would fit well together. :) So, let's dive in, shall we?

We all know that Sanji gravitates towards women, so all you'd have to do is appear in his general vicinity for him to take notice of you, LOL... But what makes you catch his eye in particular? First, I think he would find your personality utterly adorable. He'd be charmed by your scatterbrained tendencies, finding it a refreshing contrast to the rather collected Straw Hat ladies, Nami and Robin... All your flustering about would give him plenty of opportunities to lend a helping hand, and he'd feel so fulfilled by that. Nothing brings him more joy than being of service, especially to a lovely lady! He'd also adore how you're shy at first but gradually get more bubbly and outgoing as you open up to him. He'll feel so gratified, knowing that you've chosen to bare your true self to him because you feel safe and comfortable in his presence. Such knowledge would allow him to let his walls down, in turn, until you two are as close-knit as could be. :)

We all know the Straw Hats are some of the silliest pirates on the Grand Line, for better or for worse. Though Sanji is one of the more serious of the crew, he's still one who can unleash his inner goofball on a regular basis. So he'll appreciate your silly, childish side! I think the thing he would find most cute about that side of you is your tendency to talk to yourself. Just the unconscious way you babble to yourself without even realizing it sometimes makes him grin from ear to ear. He'll also very much appreciate your commitment to making others smile. That's a Straw Hat must, but also, Sanji also loves to make people smile in his own way—filling their bellies with good food! The way you want to share the simple beauties of life and the things that compel you with the people you care about in order to brighten their lives just resonates with him, and that draws him to you in a way he's not drawn to anyone else.

I think Sanji would also enjoy your inquisitive, adventurous spirit. After all, he's an adventurous spirit himself! He can't help but find your unquenchable thirst for knowledge and stories infectious, to the point that he'll start seeking out things to learn and read just to understand what captivates you so—or, at the very least, have an excuse to readily engage in your hobbies with you. Even if it doesn't grip him with the same intensity it grips you, it won't stop him from curling up beside you so both of you can dive into your respective books, as often as he can! He also finds your art history background so fascinating. He's a guy that can appreciate aesthetics! He'll just stare at you in dreamy-eyed adoration as you go on intellectual rant after intellectual rant about art, utterly captivated by your breadth of knowledge and your passion.

In summary, I think you and Sanji have more in common than one can see at first glance, and that will lead to the two of you gravitating toward one another and connecting to each other in a meaningful way. <3

Switching gears, let's talk headcanons! You made a little note about indulging in some drinking from time to time. I feel like this little detail about you would actually play a pretty big role in your relationship! Sanji is a chef, after all, and he'll hone into any facet of your life that involves food and drink. I think he'd take your occasional enjoyment of alcohol as a means of doting on you. :)

Sanji prides himself as a man of the kitchen, and that isn't limited to just food. He also knows his way around alcohol, to the point that he could be a bartender in his own right. When he hears that you like to indulge in some drinks on a day off or when you're out on the town, he files that information away for later use.

Whatever you like to drink, Sanji will start having it on hand for those days when you're able to relax and not have to worry about work. It'll start off as just something nice he can do for you, getting you a drink so you don't have to get up and prepare it yourself.

Soon, though, Sanji's culinary creativity will start to itch, and he'll wonder how he can make it more special for you. He'll begin to experiment, finding various ways to dress up those drinks for you. He'll take careful note of what you seem to really like, incorporate that for further use, and find ways to improve upon it. He just can't help it. He's a chef, and chefs ever strive to push the limits of their ability!

It's a simple thing, Sanji pouring himself into making drinks for you every now and then, but it's really just a testament to how much he adores you. If he can make you smile with something he crafted with his own two hands from nothing but a bunch of inert ingredients, then he'll get a rush unlike anything else. Nothing brings him more joy than someone he cherishes enjoying his food and drink. :)

Now, for the final part of your match-up, I wanna touch back on your love of sharing things you love with others, particularly stories. It's something that Sanji will reciprocate. If that's the way you express your love, then he wants to express it in the same way so you can hopefully understand just how much he means to you. :) It's not hard, since he's really a gift-giving, quality time, and acts of service kinda guy. Here's a scenario to that end!:

"Wowww..."

You sigh in reverence as you snap your book shut, having just read its final words. You turn it over in your hands to just stare in awe at the cover, basking in the feelings of satisfaction and closure brought about by the masterful conclusion of the story that you'd been absorbed in for the better part of the day. Yet, for all your gratification, you are also sad. It had always been a bittersweet thing to you, reaching a story's end; you could never relive the experience of reading a book for the first time, and once it was over, you were always left with a persistent hunger for more that could never quite be satiated. Even if you had a new story to become engrossed in right at your fingertips, the one you had just finished lingered in the back of your mind for several days, occupying your idle thoughts.

"Still, all good stories must come to an end someday," you remind yourself with a wry smile as you rise to place your newly-finished book among all the rest on your bookshelf. A towering testament to your love of tales, it spanned the entire wall of your bedroom and was stuffed to the brim with books of all subjects and genres. Already itching to fall into the realm of fantasy, you scan the spines before you. However, nothing jumps out at you; not even your well-read favorites seem like they will quell your rapidly rising appetite for the written word, and you sigh in vexation. The book you'd just finished was the last of your new stock. You had landed yourself in a bookworm's greatest pickle.

Should I just read something I haven't read in a while? Or should I go out and buy some more...? you wonder, idly tugging at the spine of one of your childhood favorites before shoving it back into place. Paralyzed by indecision, you hopelessly scan the entirety of your bookshelf several times over before you are interrupted by an excited knock on the half-open door. You turn to see your beloved boyfriend, Sanji, smiling broadly as he pushes the door fully open with one hand while concealing something behind his back with the other.

"Oh, you've finished your book! What good timing!" he exclaims, his grin widening. "I've got a gift for you, my love~"

Sensing that Sanji has come bearing a solution to your dilemma, you immediately perk up, your eyes honing in on the arm held behind his back.

"A gift?" you echo excitedly, shuffling in place as anticipation and impatience overtake you. "What kind of gift?" you ask, though you very much know the answer already.

"Well, while I was out shopping, I happened to pass that bookstore you really like..." Sanji starts, motioning for you to take your place back in your reading chair as he approaches.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh," you urge while you scurry to follow his directions. You all but throw yourself in your chair, only to sit eagerly up on your knees and hold onto the armrest as you squirm restlessly at Sanji's agonizingly slow and dramatic reveal.

"I happened to look in the window and saw a book I thought you might like," he continues, chuckling at your childlike avidity.

"Let me see, let me see!" you plead. The theatrics are simply too much for you to handle; you need it, need to feel the firmness of a brand-new hardcover in your hands and smell the tantalizing musty scent of new pages wafting up your nose. "Please, Sanji, don't tease!"

Finally, he pulls his arm out from behind his back, revealing a gift bag. It is one you'd seen many, many times, as it was the signature gift bag from the aforementioned bookstore, and it never fails to fill you with giddiness and expectation. You immediately make grabby hands at it, prompting Sanji to chuckle once more as he obediently hands it over.

With all the ravenousness of a child tearing into a much-anticipated birthday present, you rip the tissue paper from the bag, yank your prize out from its depths, and toss the bag aside so you can focus on what is likely to be your newest obsession. Your eyes dilate like a cat's as you drink in the gorgeous illustrated cover, a rarity in these days of photographed models or simplistic symbolic designs. You marvel at the lovingly crafted details until your curiosity reaches a breaking point, compelling you to abandon your appreciation of the artwork to instead flip open the cover to read the summary printed on the dust cover's inner leaflet.

"Oooh... This is interesting..." you praise. As you suspect, the vibrant cover is accompanied by what looks like an equally vibrant tale of high fantasy. Though you are itching to dive right in, you do in fact recall that this was a present—and it was customary to offer thanks for such.

"Thank you, Sanji!" you squeal, dropping the book in your lap so you can throw your arms out in invitation for a hug. "This is just what I needed! You've made my day!"

"Really? I'm glad, darling!" Sanji beams, stooping down to return your embrace. He then squawks in surprise when you tug on his shoulders, scooching to the edge of your chair so you can manhandle him into squeezing in beside you. "M-my love, what are you—?"

"Read with me!" you bleat, and, without waiting for his response, wiggle into a comfortable position so you can prop up the book and get started.

Sanji soon recovers from his momentary shock, his rigid body melting as understanding dawns on him. As you snuggle into him, he shifts slightly until you are both resting comfortably in the chair, then winds his arms around you and props his head against yours so he can have a good view of the book. The two of you fall into a contented silence as you plunge together into the world inked within the crisp off-white pages, embarking on a journey into the unknown, hand-in-hand...

Oooh, you are so excited!

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foofenshmirtz · 10 months ago

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Log #4 My Best Friends

Disclaimer, this Au goes into detail about death, mentions of sexual assault, cults, religion, gore, and explicit details about violence. viewer discretion is advised. I do not own any of the characters unless stated otherwise and everything is purely for entertainment purposes. I only own my writing.

My plans for today went completely down the drain. I was supposed to go try and get on Tims good side in an attempt to gain some favors but it started to rain and it seemed the 3 boys had disappeared from their side of the woods. ████ says they are most likely on patrol which makes me feel slightly bad due to the weather. I didn't let this get me down ( even if the roof to my cabin is leaking)

████ and I have decided to just relax at home, or try to. I figured it would be productive to do some more logging and since I already have logs on myself, the 4 brothers and a few of the proxies, I figured it would also be beneficial to record my two best friends.

Yurei Reid: St Bernard z██m██ dog Age: 4 Weight: 120 pounds

Yurei is the sweetest dog in the world. She has been my loyal service dog for around 4 years now and has helped me everyday we have been together. I love her like she's family and I would give her the world (she deserves it). She knows a many tricks and helps me h█n█ ████ ███ █s████e ████ ████████ it ████ ███████ ██ ██p ████ ███ f█e█h ██ ███ ███ br███ █e █████ c█r██p█ Shes such a good dog. Yurei Fun Facts: She hates lemons Likes to hunt down mice Is nervous around men (mood) Insists on sleeping on top of me despite weight more than me Loves the snow

█████ ███g███ : Ghost Age: 19? 29? Weight: 0 pounds??? Height: could be around 5'4 (she floats)

████ won't tell me much about her past but if I had to guess due to her appearance she passed away in the hospital. I don't wanna pry much since it's probably a sensitive subject but she worries me sometimes. I can tell she tries to have a good time and have fun but there is just this overall sadness that seems to consume her body. Maybe that's a ghost thing but I wish I could help out in any way.

She won't tell me if she had any siblings or anything about her dad but she has talked about her mother a few times. Apparently her mother is very kind and is quite the baker but besides the food her mother made and how she always wanted to be a nurse. She sounds like a very nice lady and I had to guess she might still be alive. A few things Ly has told me are her interests, we often like to play games on my old ds and the shows she often references consist of ‘pretty little liars’ and ‘ jersey shore’. If I had to guess she was alive for the early 2010’s but not much past that. Ly is also very dramatic, she speaks a lot with her hands and knows how to ramble and gossip which isn't too surprising considering i'm the first person she has spoken to since her death, plus i like her dramatics. It helps me understand her body language better and how she is feeling. The three of us are a good trio.

████ Fun Facts Enjoys video games Is very competitive Very paranoid Speaks her mind (she rants a lot) Very good spy Makes me feel safer in the woods Is my best friend

The storm isn't dying down anytime today so I decided to draw ████. She hasn't seen what she looks like since she was alive and since she is a ghost she cant see herself in mirrors so i figured drawing her was the best i could do for her.

████ liked the drawing but afterwards told me to get rid of it. I didnt understand why and figured keeping it in the notebook would be fine. I dont understand why she wanted me to get rid of it.

I left the drawing in the notebook and when I came back the page was destroyed and ████ seemed upset. I'm sorry, I don't understand what I did wrong. She left to go somewhere in the woods, she didn't tell me where she was going but I'm a little worried, I know she cant get hurt but I wish she would tell me what made her so upset.

Feelings are hard to understand.

Ly eventually came back, she seemed better and when i asked her what i did she just said it's best to not keep anything about her around to keep me safe. I don't understand what she meant but I trust her.

I just wish she would tell me why she needs to be secret.

Hey guys, just wanted to thank everyone who has been enjoying the story so far, i also posted this AU on tiktok along with photos specifically for them, and eventually it will also be on A03. The stories will all be the same obviously, but each platform might have its own hidden things in its specific post so if that's something that interests you my tiktok and A03 accounts will be in my bio. The next post is going to actually be the first chapter in the story and from now on the posting will consist of a log one day and then the next a chapter. Thank You.

#creepypasta #jeff the killer #slenderman #slenderverse #creative writing #nina the killer #original writing #slender proxy #ticci toby

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sigery · 1 year ago

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While going through AU information since I slept here's questions while I read. Got any visual descriptions of the characters that one could work off of? When Eclipse released the 3 from stais how did things go? Was Sun and Moon immediately on defense and thought Eclipse was going to kill them or was they willing to give the lord a chance? Is Lunar still wary of Eclipse? Has Atlas ever met Eclipse? What's Glitter's original AU like? And how would they react to Lord Saturn? I think that'd be a interesting meeting For the TFs in "Rehab" has there been any progress? Are they still stuck in their old ways? (I'm sorry I am a curious boi. Bonus questions such as: Has the deadly sin family tried to kidnap Lord Saturn to be apart of the family? How would Gluttony react to North, Catch, and Release?)

I am delighted to talk about my aus. People showing interest makes me very happy. Plus it helps me expand the universe.

This got a bit long

Currently visual descriptions are pretty vague. I will have to get back to you on that. I got another ask about that in particular so I'll tag you there. Onto the questions I can probably answer!

Gluttony (lunar) was released first and met with apologies and 'bribes' (toys, food, games, etc to make him happier). Gluttony and Envy (eclipse) had a serious heart to heart where Envy explained himself, past and present feelings. He promised to be better. Things between them were stilted for a while, but they grew comfortable with each other after a while.

Envy released the others due to Gluttony's insistence. Envy explained himself to them as well. Lust was a bit more sympathetic than Pride. Considering the power dynamic, there wasn't a lot that could be done from Pride, Lust, and Greed's side.

Things were pretty awkward between everyone and Envy for a while, but with time and borrowed therapists, things smoothed out. (there is a under developed au where Pride kills Envy and Gluttony runs off with the star). It's been a long while now so the family is mostly content in the new world.

Envy doesn't leave their dimension often except for Lord Meetings and occasionally visiting friends like Night. So no, he hasn't met Atlas. He knows of Atlas, but the two haven't crossed paths.

In Glitter's original dimension, his Moon was decommissioned for multiple child murders. Even with 'the problem' gone, the daycare's numbers didn't improve; so Glitter was going to be decommissioned as well. When Chaos showed up, the staff cut their losses and let him take Glitter.

Glitter didn't have a Eclipse in his world but he would be a bit nervous at first about Saturn. Especially early on before he learns to roll with it. Chaos is protective enough that Glitter won't be scared of Saturn and Beam, just wary. Okay probably a little scared of Beam, but again Chaos will protect him so he knows he is likely safe.

tf Sun probably has had the most progress. Lust, also being a sun can more easily understand how his mind works and how to correct things. Plus tf Sun is the most open to change without tf Moon and tf Monty's opinions guiding his own. Besides traveler is way less scary than Gluttony.

tf Moon is a stubborn bastard and regularly gets the spray bottle.

tf Monty isn't in rehab, he's in prison.

If Saturn wants to be a part of the family, he is very much welcome. The only people kidnapped into the family are those who have been abused, neglected, in danger, etc. And even then, if the kidnapped wants to leave, they can.

Though as a Eclipse, Saturn counts as a 'cousin' regardless.

Gluttony would definitely offer to adopt North, or let him stay with the sins family if he wants a vacation from Golden. Also another magically inclined lunar friend!

Gluttony would be interested in getting to know Catch & Release since their dimension is way different than most he knows about, plus it seems cool. Maybe not a field trip dimension, but one he would like to explore

#rle #envy #gluttony #pride #lust #greed #chaos #glitter #Lord Saturn #North #Catch #Release #Atlas

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fox-buried-in-maple-leaves · 2 years ago

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1 to 25 for masterpiece !!

Ask Game

What were their first impressions of one another?

Besides nearly having a panic attack due to how pretty Fennel is and the fact he didn't notice him listening to him play; nice, charming. And incredibly talented. What was their first date like? If they haven’t been on a date yet, how would it go?

Finn didn't know, and is still too shy to ask, if their outing to mcdonalds after his recital counted as their first 'date' or if that was just a friendly little outing. He's really not sure. He tells Amery it was their first date though so.. It’s late at night and your characters want food, what do they order/find in the fridge?

Ooh Finn could cook something for them both but he's kind of lazy so he'll open Uber sooo quick. sprawled across Fennel's lap as he forces him to decide where to order from cause fates know Finn is indecisive. What’s a typical Sunday like for them?

Fennel is usually back home with his family and Finn is usually practicing at his apartment. When Finn starts to visit with Fennel though, they're usually laid up in bed until noon just snuggling. Then it's spending time with the family, and the drive back to the apartment. What’s their love language like? Are they compatible with one another?

Finn's receiving are words of affirmation and quality time. His giving are gifts and words of affirmation. Praise, so so much praise. Do they have any pet names/nicknames for each other?

Oh okay so- ha. Finn calls Fennel mainly by his name but sometimesssss "hase" which is bunny, which he also sometimes uses in english too. "mausebär" which is mouse bear.. and also "my rock" What do they argue about?

Family,,, their clans don't like each other. But yk they're fine, they work through it. Who does what chores, and why?

Finn likes to cook but he makes Fennel do the dishes. Finn also hates menial tasks like sweeping or dusting or mopping. But he'll do laundry and wash the bathroom. What’s the most difficult thing they’ve been through together?

Oh they ain't seen nothin' yet. How do they make up after a fight?

Bath!! With bath bombs, of course. And nice smelling oils. And takeout. Andddd snuggles. Also Fennel must concede the movie choice to Finn, only natural. Who causes the most arguments?

Fennel, and not necessarily because he's causing more its just because Finn's anxiety is so bad he's not starting arguments. But he is making them worse lol. What would they say each other’s worst quality is?

"Fennel sometimes resorts to violence a little quicker than I'd like.." What would they say each other’s best quality is?

"Have you seen his eyes when he smiles? Like light.." How would they describe one another if asked?

"Fennel? Ah well.. Haha.. He's so sweet.. and so incredibly talented! I think he could really make it as a professional in the art world.. He makes me so happy. His hair is so soft and his hugs are so warm.. There are too many things to say about him." What names are they saved as on each other’s phone?

"Pretty Bnnuy<3" What would they consider quality time?

Fennel drawing while Finn plays his violin. Artistic in their own rights, inspiring each other. Who decides which movies to watch?

Finn will pout to get control of the remote more often, but sometimes he lets Fennel pick lol.. How are they like on a road trip together?

Finn tunesmaster 5000!!! lots of road trip snacks. Fennel drives 100% lol It’s raining, did either of your OCs bring an umbrella? If so, who, and do they share it?

well I know Finn did lol- mf is ready for anything. he has one of those foldable umbrellas in his bag for class. And yes, he shares. But Fennel is taller so he has to hold it- What are they like when sharing a bed?

what is personal space? Who is better at games? Does the loser take it graciously?

Fennel is better. But Finn is a good sport about it! He's just here to spend time with boif<3 Do they ever share clothes?

Most of Finn's clothing is oversized so Fennel CAN fit into them, and of course Fennel is bigger and taller so Finn frequently yoinks those. Lots of sharing between them. Your OCs are on a trip and there’s only one bed! What do they do?

Sleep together? It's fine. What do your characters think about marriage? Are they for or against it?

Finn really wants to get married one day. He's just afraid about the whole uhhh family feud thing.. Pick a physical attribute that they love about each other.

Fennel's ears, 100% cute elf ears.. and then the bunny ears.. oh Finn loves both so so much.

#From The Fate ; Rowan #☾*✲⋆. Essence of Myrrh #⋆｡°✩ Masterpiece #⋆｡°✩ Finn #𓆩✧𓆪 Fennel

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aurelia-in-letters · 5 months ago

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Tuesday, July 2nd, 2024. 1:19AM.

Not a very good day yesterday. It was my Nana's birthday, but it was probably lackluster for the poor thing - especially dealing with my younger siblings being here. I didn't know my younger siblings prior to coming to stay with my grandparents at the end of January, but I can't say I'm too impressed with their characters. The older one is an unclean & self absorbed liar who steals from people, & she's a deeply entitled individual who doesn't care for anyone else unless it impacts her - everything is always about her & what she wants first & foremost, the world be damned.

Like, she made my poor nana, who isn't in the best health & was obviously not physically or emotionally well today, take her to get food. & when nana was kind enough to offer to take her to the drive thru of a fast food place she sulked & said she wanted to sit in. She must be blind as fuck or totally heartless because you could tell my nana was dead exhausted - she had to watch over my half sibling today, who is 7 & maybe even worse than this sibling. They're all horrible ...

I understand she's 15 & she's been through a lot, but a reason is not an excuse. She is aware of her problems & shortcomings, which means she's capable of working on them & fixing them. Having a diagnosis doesn't give you a pass to be or continue to be a piece of shit. And I took my fucking jelly gloss back, too !! I noticed when it was missing & asked if she had it & she said no, but I was over there Sunday & I found it on the loveseat ...

She also stole a headband last time but she ended up telling me like that made it okay, & kept it ... then got another one of my pearl headbands today & tried to say it was the other one. So I gave her my crappier thin pearls & took that back to shut her up abt supposedly bringing it with her, but now she still has two of my pearl headbands which is still pissing me off hrs later.

She also was making cringe comments about wanting to start smoking when she's old enough because she wants to slowly kill herself #deep, #dark, & less than an hour later when she goes to leave, my Papa can't find his cigarettes ... & she refused to let me check her bag.

On top of that, she is constantly copying my interests & repeating the things I say back to me days or even hrs after I've said them to her as if she had come up with them on her own which gets pretty annoying. Musical artists, games, styles, you name it ... Like, everything.

I introduced her to måneskin and said I don't really care for anyone but Victoria De Angelis ( hot sapphic Italian rockstar ) & she repeated the same exact thing back to me today. It's like she forgets where she heard / learned about things ... If your memory is that bad you should be more careful if you're going to be a fake or fraud lol

You can say imitation is flattery but she would never admit to imitating me, & she also puts me down on occasion to make herself feel better under the guise of a joke, often projecting her insecurities onto me, such as her weight. She's been pretty fatphobic in general lately, calling her grandpa a fat ass & other terms ...

Besides that, I also spoke with my friend who still lives in the state I left in January, with some updates about my psycho ex roommate ... She's still acting fucking crazy, trying to get friendly with my friends younger siblings for information on her because she cut her off ( they are cousins, for context ). She doesn't live with her family so she didn't even even know this was going on until one of her siblings confessed to her because they felt guilty - her family kept it a secret because they knew she would be upset, & even though they don't like this bitch they let her do it since she was buying them stuff & taking them to amusement parks ... Basically accepting a fucking bribe. How shitty are your morals?

It's not the first time she's gotten close with minors like that - her husband has very young nieces, like 10 & 7 now probably? & she always picks them up & takes them places, buying them shit & probably pumping them for information about their mom. She calls their mom her friend but they don't even hang out unless it's a party where she spends most of the time talking to her kids. In both cases, it's not sexual, but it still feels like fucking grooming? Buying them shit & buttering them up to get what she wants ... She also doesn't have friends her own age left to hang out with since losing me & her cousin, so she must have resorted to hanging out with even more children ... Lol. Talk about pathetic.

Also, I cut my homophobic sister off like a year ago now & she's still talking shit & telling lies about me? She gave me a tablet when I was there - she literally insisted that I take it as a "late birthday present" & then when I fled for my fucking life so I wouldn't kill myself ( whole time I was there she was extremely homophobic & controlling, dictating what I could talk about in & out of her apartment as well as who I could talk to - literally opened her work app & went down the list of names & told me who I couldn't speak with. She banned talking about anything LGBT altogether DURING pride month & insisted she wasn't even homophobic she just didn't support it because it wasn't "natural". On top of that, she tried to force me on a crazy diet with her when she knows I already struggle with disordered eating & also, at one point she wasn't watching the time & screamed at me saying it was her fault she was late for school & I needed to do better in the future - completely insane) & I stayed the night in the airport, blowing money I didn't have on an early morning flight back home ... she told my mom I stole the tablet from her ... & refused to give back the expensive ass phone that I dropped trying to escape before she got back with her racist ass friend because she left with her & abandoned me in fucking downtown Atlanta because she thought I was talking shit to her coworkers, & I almost got stranded at the train station after dark in one of the worst cities in USA.

She's been chatting shit to our 15 year old sibling of all people, calling me fat & saying I'm a lesbian slut who deserves all the negative & perverse treatment I get from men because of the way I dress ?? I literally went to visit her because she was assaulted - I planned to work with her, we could hang out after forever & have fun all summer before I went back to uni (sadly didn't happen) & just in general be a familiar face to support her & she ended up traumatizing me & then making me a victim of all her prejudice & internalized misogyny ...

Other than that ... Work tomorrow, sorting out school stuff. Didn't get to make an eye appointment today bc I have to make sure other things are going to line up ...

Now that it's past midnight, it's my other friends bday.

I get the fourth off, so three days off this week ❤️

#diary #July #2024

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princessgemma12 · 1 year ago

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👏 big 👏 dogs 👏 have 👏 big 👏 needs 👏👏 for 👏 exercise👏 !!!

Need something to cut back on the force of pulling? Get a no-pull harness. Trust me--they'll still pull! But it keeps the pup back just enough that you have an extra second to catch up with where their mind is at. Dogs, for their safety, need to know when and how to listen. Having good communication and boundaries is how we've kept dogs safe for years. For me, no-pull harnesses are a safety thing; our little dog is a runner and if she gets loose on a walk, the biggies need to be in check while someone runs for the loose potato. They also have higher stamina than my Ma and I, so we need a reliable way to slow them down when we're winded from a run. that's why I use them for my pitts.

They get to run freely in our big fenced in backyard. They get to jump and chase and the baby even likes to go swimming with us. We even let them dig, as long as it's not beside to pool or the fenceline. Pinecone, sticks, and plants are fair game. They get water bowls and food if we're all spending the day out together.

Sometimes you have to "sacrifice" one thing in a situation for something else. I'd hope you understand what you can sacrifice and for what for your own dog. I know I can replace unrestricted pulling with tempered pulling and a fast trot. They're happier if I keep pace with them anyway, so the trade off of even my tiny mom (who usually walks the potato) being able to handle the biggins on a walk, should I or Dad have to run down the puggle, is worth it and really not depriving them of anything but the ability to hurdle after their loose sister in the event of a Level One Pugtato Emergency (escaped vegetable). This is the sort of thing that you often have to do when you have vastly different dogs of vastly different heritage.

I feel like the key, for anyone worried about any sort of safety is this: if you need help in case of an emergency, that's fine; most people do, regardless of the dog. If you have a runner like I do that ignores all of her recall training when she smells something (beagle heritage yay), but also two big, strong dogs that pull, then sometimes you have to er on the side of caution. I'm not worried about the pitts going somewhere unsafe during a walk, I'm worried about them following me, my mom, or my dad somewhere unsafe while their sister is wrangled. Less pull means more security *if we ever need it*.

Dogs can and often are unpredictable, it's how they're supposed to be a lot of the time. I know what our big girl does when the potato runs loose, and I don't want to find out what the baby does. One loose dog five minutes from the highway is more than enough, thank you. We're fully capable of re-wrangling them separately but all three would be a panic attack, I'm sure.

But that's just my point: I know how to wrangle them *when I need to*. I know how to wrap myself around the puggle if she needs to stay put, and I know my big girl will come back when called, and I know that the baby will either come when called or come when called into a vehicle (loves car rides). I also know that they're all better in a harness, and their harnesses fit properly. I know that if any of them get loose on a walk, it's because of the leash or the human. Leash broke, too short, too long. Human couldn't keep up, couldn't hold on.

Bottom line being just know your dogs. Don't get a dog you don't know you can handle. It's still your job to keep them safe! Do your research, talk to other owners, research inter-breed dynamics and habits. Understand what your getting into so that you can give them what they need.

And for the love of Hades don't get a dog for no other reason than "it's pretty." Malamutes are about the prettiest dogs I've ever seen but you won't catch me dead keeping one down here 🥵

There's a lot of dumb ass animal cruelty takes in general but my favorite is the people who think you need to force sled dogs to pull.

Have you ever walked a dog before in your entire life? They love to pull. They're the pullingest damn things you ever saw. They'll merrily rip your rotator cuff in half like a phone book for the chance to stick their own face into a pile of old feces. They'll drag you down the road while you go through all 5 stages of grief trying to make them stop.

There are hundreds of products on the market promising to get ordinary non sled dogs to stop pulling their hapless owners down the road and spilling their iced coffees. People have gone so far as to use electric collars to try and zap sense into their poor stupid labradoodle that wants nothing more but to suicidally pull itself and everyone it loves into the snarling maw of the nearest leash reactive pit bull.

A dog that's allowed to pull, nay, encouraged to pull, is probably the most self actualized animal on the planet right after seagulls that live somewhere with food stands outdoors.

#Dogs #You don't have to be up to all dogs #Just yours #Ramble

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fagsex · 2 years ago

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tell me about the women you invented 🎤

I FORHOT ABOUT THIS HALP!! hold on i only have old sometimes semi inaccurate refs bc all my good ones were lost in the fire (read when my phone was stolen) (more under cut, these r the only ones i have pics of atm but theres more women) (i swear) (also asid only cuz im in asid Mood) so

here is my sweetest princess in all the land Abi(ah) Nimr ! shes the main character one could say of And Simon Is Dead, a curious new adult trying to discover who she is with the people shes been told are who friends after suffering amnesia ! she can control liquids, aka not limited to water, and can act as a dowsing rod as well to find it :] shes rather soft spoken and probably the most mild mannered out of the main four, but she wont take shit and she especially wont let anyone give it to ppl she cares about! her bday is nov 1st, shes bi, her favorite color is black, her favorite food is chicken samosas by someone that she just cant remember, and shes been sadako from ringu for 6 non consecutive halloweens

riz ahmed-doyle ! not quite a woman but moreso than not, they're an orphaned fairy kid who can barely remember their father, especially post amnesiac incident, and occasionally spores sprojt from their head but like it's no biggie. head of three athletic clubs at their old school, and an active member of even more, they dont really see it necessary to wear anything but loose tanks and above the knee shorts. standing over 6 feet tall when not leaning into their friends (which is frequent), riz is very touchy and bonds with others like nothing else, their loud and carefree spirit attracting people like bugs to a light, even with dragonfly wings jetting out from their back. their bday is may 1st, their favorite sport is soccer, they want to take up cooking soon, and theyre so durable itd put a tardigrade to shame

eileen doyle, selkie extraordinaire who ran away from home at a very young age, leaving her seal skin in the only hands she could trust, that of her then baby brother. the pair reunited in her new home when he was old enough to figure out how to lie his way on a plane, and the two are inseperable. while working in HQ, she met young riz ahmed and when the kid got attached to her after losing their father, she took them in 'temporarily' until they found a more permanent family, which has lasted the past oh decade or so. being terrekinetic, one of her favorite hobbies is rolling dirt up like snowballs and launching them into peoples faces from a distance and holding back her laughter when they get worms in their mouth. her bday is march 17th, she has since sewn her cloak into a badass cardigan for her little brother, she enjoys making horrible food, and wont turn her nose up a nice drink while you're at it

kira(bo) nimr, older cousin of abi and longtime sufferer of her family's actions, from minor to murderous. originally a very powerful mageic user, she accidentally was drained of nearly all of it in order to save her brothers life, before being separated from him for a decade and left on her own in the pacific northwest. she found herself and her way home of the spanse of many years, rising the ranks in the HQ despite her lack of abilities besides a Nya here and there. a very competent office and at times field worker, she still finds her stomach in knots around kind women and doesnt know if she can even forgive her mother. her bday is dec 1st, her defining verb is headstrong, shes been taking adult karate lessons at the age of 24, and had an extensive avril lavigne phase to where she relearned french (pictured)

picture is rather out of date but one of my longest time ocs, morimoto natsuko is her name, 'california girls, we're diabolical' is her game. people often think the mouth coming from the back of her head is likely her closest friend, but her and helena have certainly seen better days. where she prefers american football, her long tongued symbiote likes a young brad pitt, despite only sharing ears, thoughts, and a stomach with her ever patient host. natsuko is known campus wide for winning a hotdog eating contest against the bottomless pit that is helena, and once had an all night rager with riz's basketball team that ended up with everybody in a dungeon on campus that was sealed by concrete in '72 with no cell signal. her bday is, as she says, 'blowin in the wind', her hobbies include making her best friend beau feel small, she can be technicality sing all of american pie in one breath, and she tells everyone who will listen every year for a decade shes never seen snow (liar)

less heroically inclined than some of our other friends here, maria would like to eat you for brunch and whine how hungry she still is. she has split custody with her boy best friends hellcat, her highschool superlative was hellcat, and she was valedictorian with a solid 2.3 gpa. her wings are too small to allow flight, but that wont stop her from trying and beating your ass with them on (mostly) accident after you buy her a couple drinks at the bar before she goes home to her girlfriend. her bday is whenever she thinks is funniest and will be most inconvient for you, she owns her own horn decoration business, her own bus centered uber style rideshare company, and your wallet.

more tatted than your dad and probably smells more, amiriah takes the stage! not quite a siren, not quite a demon, shes all cold blooded hatred and salt water. she secretly has a soft spot for feline creatures, and literally melts when they run from her due to, yknow, the whole, being water thing. marias girlfriend she runs home to after escapades, that shes tried to become a giant beer spirit for more than once (never successful). her bday is none of your business, earhaver, she enjoys nothing except jailtime (we have to assume), her girlfriends boy best friends cat, and poking at her own organs like slim goodbody.

#asid #radio feedback #cornerfolks #tys oc tag #tys art tag #<- unforch. theyre so old though (throws up)#literally some of these are from JUNE BLARGHHH #im missing a lot i wish i still had them :<

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I imagine it honestly would be easier for Ingo to keep the reader I the game world, it might be fake, but if he really thought about it - he can't assure the readers safety when they leave for work, who knows what could happen at their work place. At least in the game world they rely on him for safety.

With that, I humbly request yandere Ingo maybe going slightly more overprotective or possessive over reader? Either irl with the work thing (or any other ideas you might have ^^ ) or in game when they interact with other characters, who knows, maybe them being there has made the others self aware as well??

^^ you decide if you wanna slip any nsfw or not in there, I just really wanna see a slightly unhinged Ingo!

Ohh yeah you are right. Yandere!Warden Ingo would be way more willing to do wahtever it takes to keep Reader to himself, and safe at all costs. I’m gonna be honest, this turned out waaaaaaaaaay different than I originally intended. This went in a whole different direction fdjsafdklfdsj Not gonna lie, I also struggled a little bit. I’m not sure how happy I am with this piece, but i’m happier with it than i was with my first draft. I might expand on this later and make Ingo even more unhinged in the future. I hope you enjoy! ♪(´▽｀) Summary: After a horrible day at your day job, Ingo finally puts his foot down, making you see things his way. Perhaps quitting your job is for the better? CW: Yander/Obsessive behavior, Enabling of said behavior, self aware characters, controlling character, brief mentions of a past abusive relationship, thoughts of murder, smut, very slight breeding kink if you squint. Word Count: 3879 words! - - - 🔞18+🔞

It had been a few days since you had accidentally fallen into Ingo’s world. He was quick to chase after you of course, and saved you from an awkward conversation with Volo, and things somewhat fell back into place. Somewhat. With the information that you both could freely cross between his world and your own, Ingo was insistent you spend as much time with him in his world as possible. At first, you didn’t mind. In fact, you enjoyed it! You not only had your loving boyfriend with you, but you actually got to see Pokemon up close! That, and you got to spend quality time with Ingo, that often ended up with you both naked in his bed. However, all nice things must come to an end, you supposed. As much as you loved spending time with Ingo in his world, you had a life in your own. You had a job, a home, and even a few friends and family, even if you didn’t see them that often. So one day back in your world when you brought up going back to work, Ingo seemed hesitant. More hesitant than usual. You both were back in your world, and Ingo was currently making breakfast. You were getting ready for your shift. When you talked about how much you did not want to go, Ingo stilled, before turning to face you. “Then don’t go.” You owlishly blinked at him. “I mean, I wouldn’t if I didn’t have to, but I have to make money to keep the house and feed us, you know this.” You said with a sigh. Ingo sat aside a pancake he had been making, and walked over to you, wrapping you in a hug. “Then come with me, to my world. I could care for us, dear. I can give you a home, food, and all the attention you would ever need.” He urged, and slightly swayed the both of you in his hold. You closed your eyes, leaning into his touch. “As wonderful as that sounds, you know I can’t. I have too much stuff here right now. Besides, we still have to find a way to get you your memories, and we need this world to do that.” You responded. Ingo gripped you tighter for a moment, before loosening his hold. As much as he hated to admit it, you were right. He couldn’t care less about your house, and your work. He knew he could take care of you. But he knew you were happy in this world. And, like you had mentioned, this world was an important key to unlocking his memories. You were able to help him a lot so far. You showed him the game he originally debuted in, and the sequel. You even showed him the anime, and a little phone game he and his brother were in. He cried when he had seen him and his brother interact, something in his chest yearned to have that once more, and to have you there right by his side when he did. You were doing all you could to help him remember the memories he desperately sought after. If he took you from this world, he risked losing his chance to remember his past, and possibly figure out a way back to his home. Even if the idea of going home in his game was a long shot. He reluctantly let you go from the hug. You gave him a small smile, before reaching up to kiss him. He kissed you back eagerly, and nearly whined when you pulled away. Cupping his face, you rubbed his cheek with your thumb affectionately. “I’ll try and see if I can leave early today, okay? I’ll be back as soon as possible, I promise.” You assured him. Despite the growing dark feeling budding in his chest, he nodded. After you finished the meal he made you, Ingo reluctantly got to work cleaning your home, though couldn’t stop the feeling in his gut. He really hoped it was nothing. — When Ingo heard the front door open, hours before you were supposed to be home, Ingo couldn’t help but be tense. He was sure it was you, only you two had a key, and he had locked the door after you left that morning. But why were you home so early? Had you managed to leave, like you had said? When he went around the corner to the entry, he was shocked at what he saw. You had obviously been crying, your eyes red and swollen, and you were quietly sniffling. Ingo felt his chest tighten. Immediately, he was by your side. “Love, what’s wrong? Who did this to you?” He asked in a panic as he looked you over, making sure you were okay. He held you by your shoulders, waiting for you to respond. You sniffed a few more times, before beginning to explain. “I… I was at work, right? And just minding my own business, when the head of customer service came up and told me my boyfriend kept calling, asking when I got off work, and what my schedule was. Apparently they kept calling, and the customer service head got fed up. He asked me to tell him to stop, unless it was an emergency.” Ingo stared at you dumbfounded. “But, I haven’t called-” he started, and you nodded. “That’s the thing, you would have called my phone with the landline.” you said, and Ingo tilted his head. He had an awful feeling pooling in his gut. “Then who…?” You looked uncomfortable, and shuffled on your feet. “So, I have this ex boyfriend…” You began, and Ingo felt his ears ring. Ex? You had an ex? His mind was racing a mile a minute. Ingo supposed it made sense. You were a grown adult, no doubt you would have dated before meeting him. However, the thought of you in someone else’s arms, kissing someone else…? It made Ingo sick to his stomach. Only he was allowed to do these things. You sniffed again, and continued. Ingo’s attention snapped back to you. “So… When I told him that no, it couldn’t be my boyfriend, he looked a little annoyed. So I asked him what he said to the caller, and…” You let out a small sob. Ingo felt his heart breaking. “The dumbass just gave him my whole schedule! Not only that, my ex claimed that he was my ‘online boyfriend’, and wanted to surprise me, and asked where I lived!” Tears were falling down your face again. “He just fucking gave him my personal information! Just like that!” Ingo sharply inhaled. He swore he was seeing red. If you two had ended on good terms, Ingo would have still been upset that the guy was still trying to come over to see you, friends or not. He wasn’t comfortable with you being around former romantic partners. In fact, he would have put his foot down. But judging by your reaction, Ingo had a feeling it wasn’t an amicable relationship… Ingo pulled you into a hug, gently caressing the back of your head as you sobbed. “Dear, what happened after that?” he asked quietly, his voice low. He was angry, but had to be gentle. You were very fragile at the moment, and the last thing he wanted was to accidentally hurt you. After a few moments, you gathered enough air to speak again. “I-I called them a fucking dumbass. Why-Why would he just g-give my information away? Doesn’t he know how dangerous that shit i-is?” You hiccuped. You took a moment to try and control your breathing, before continuing. “He was a-annoyed when I got mad. I t-told him it might have been my controlling e-ex… He thought I was exaggerating from annoyance… S-So I clocked out early and left…” you cried. Ingo felt his thoughts come screeching to a halt. Controlling? Had he heard that right? When your phone started going off in your pocket, you forced yourself to calm down, and took out your phone. When you looked at the contact, your face soured, and you reluctantly answered it. Ingo didn’t like this. “What? Why did I- No! I’m not going back in! Do you have any idea how upset I am? How much danger you put me in?” Warning bells were ringing in Ingo’s head, and he stared at the phone you held close. Danger. You were in danger. This job put you in danger. You were arguing with the person on the other end of the line, clearly growing more and more distressed. You were trying to tell them why you left early, and they were attempting to get you to come back. Ingo wasn’t sure what got a hold of him, but he quickly reached out, and snatched the phone out of your hand. Before you could respond, Ingo ended the call. You stared at him dumbfounded. “Ingo, what–” Ingo’s eyes hardened, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. You haven’t seen him like this, at least not since you talked with Volo. “They were upsetting you. They put your life at risk.” He stated, his tone cutting deep. You were about to respond, when your phone began ringing from Ingo’s hand once more, the ID being ‘Work’. Ingo hit the ignore button. You sputtered. “Ingo, I-” “You are quitting that job.” He told you, his voice firm. Your jaw dropped. “Ingo! You know I can’t do that! We need-” You began, and your phone began ringing once more. Ingo turned it off, before looking back at you. “No. You are quitting that job, and that’s final. Do you understand me?” He said, and you looked at him, lost. He grabbed your shoulder with his free hand, and gripped it tight. “They deliberately put you in danger, they gave away information that wasn’t theirs to give, they told what I assume was an abusive ex information about you when they shouldn’t have.” You nearly sank backwards under Ingo’s gaze. He only continued. “Then they have the nerve to call you after you very much had a mental breakdown, demanding you come back in and work when you are mentally incapable of doing so at the moment!” He said, slowly beginning to yell as he listed out everything wrong with the whole situation. His grip on you was almost painful. You stared at him, your mouth opening and closing like a fish as you struggled to find an argument. Ingo was fully prepared to fight you on this, but was slightly surprised when you finally responded. “Okay.” A beat passed. “Okay?” he asked. With a sniffle, you nodded. “Okay.” Ingo nodded, and handed you the phone. You shuffled on your feet for a moment, then held out your arms for a hug. Ingo gladly took you in his arms, gently rubbing your back. “I can find a job here at home, I guess. We can work something out. You’re right, they put me at risk, and didn’t care. Even if I did go back, he knows my hours now.” you mumbled into his chest. Ingo grit his teeth at the mention of your ex, but continued to hold you. “Thank you, dear. I’m glad you see things my way.” Eventually you both retired to your room, Ingo holding you on the bed while you calmed down. You simply sat and enjoyed his company while he held you close, you laying on top of him as he gently ran his hands through your hair. He practically refused to leave your side since talking with you. Ingo was already fairly clingy, so him sticking to your side didn’t bother you all too much. In fact, you found it rather comforting, especially after the day you’ve had. Eventually, you turned your phone back on, and winced at the missed calls and texts. You were going to have to deal with that sooner or later. Ingo insisted you quit as soon as possible. The sooner you quit, the sooner you don’t have to deal with them. You couldn’t argue with his reasoning. When you messaged them to let them know you were quitting, they tried everything. Demands, threats, begging, and negotiation. One look from Ingo was all it took to help steel your nerves. You didn’t even let them call you. Ingo figured leaving a paper trail would be best anyway. You agreed. Still, even though it was a weight off your shoulders, you couldn’t help but feel absolutely drained. Your ex getting involved in your life again, essentially making you quit your job. Ingo making sure you quit your job, and then you spending the rest of the day trying not to cry from how emotionally exhausted you were.

You felt like you could take a nap for a week. Ingo, meanwhile, was ecstatic. He had done it. He had finally managed to get you to quit that hell hole of a job. He hated how you had to go there nearly every day, and how they treated you, as if you were some expendable machine. You were worth more than they could ever hope to be. That, and he could never guarantee your safety. If something ever happened to you while at work, or traveling to and fro, he would be none the wiser. The thought made him sick to his stomach. You would never be going back. If he sees any of them, they will be dealt with. Swiftly. He glanced down at you, as you stared at your phone, looking over another message your company sent you. He briefly thought about taking your phone again, but decided against it. He continued to run his hand through your hair.

He had other things to worry about. Such as the fact you had an ex out there that possibly knew your location, or at least where you previously worked. Even if you didn’t say he knew your address, he could very well still get it from your former company. They might willingly give it either out of spite, or because they don’t know better. He had to be ready. Ingo looked down at you, you were putting your phone away, and snuggling back into him. At least he could keep you to himself now, here at home. You said you’d find a job here, and he was going to hold you to it. He could put his foot down again if you tried to argue. He had a feeling you wouldn’t resist after he tells you the pros outweigh the cons. Ingo smiled. Surely, you’d see his side of things. You’d be able to see him all the time now! No need to leave, unless it was to go shopping. Even then, that was something he could join you with! He wouldn’t have to worry about you every time you left now! Not to mention you could come to his world all the time now! He wouldn’t even have to make up an excuse to convince you anymore! Ingo knew you enjoyed his world, and you even clung to him whenever you both stayed there. Ingo then let out a sigh, another thought running through his mind. If your ex showed up, he had to be prepared. He didn’t ask about your previous relationship, but he knew it hadn’t been a kind one. A dark feeling began to stir in his chest. Ingo, for once, openly welcomed it. If he saw him. He would kill him. Ingo’s fingers twitched as he nearly reached for his belt, his Pokemon secure in their balls. After all, who’d be able to prove the cause of death if a pokemon killed someone in your world? Assuming they even found a body in the first place. Best people here could prove would be that your ex was mangled in an animal attack. They wouldn’t even be able to grasp just what kind of animal it had been. His glowing silver eyes flickered to you, and fondly watched you nuzzle into his chest. He felt his heartbeat pick up. His pokemon technically don’t exist here. Nearly all of them could end someone with ease, and no ties would be to him. Who would expect an Alakazam or an alpha Kleavor as causes of death? No one. Because under normal circumstances, that wasn’t possible. He glanced over to the tv in your room, which was on some random infographic channel.

Perhaps he should try and convince you to stay in his world primarily? It wouldn’t be hard to protect you there. He could manipulate the code like a puppeteer pulling strings. If, by chance, this ex of yours did find your home, he would be ready. Nothing could get to you in his world. You would be safe. Safe. Right? A stray thought went through Ingo’s mind. What about that odd instance with Volo? He hadn’t gotten around to deleting Volo’s code. You had grown worried doing so would corrupt the game, and destroy his world, so he had reluctantly avoided doing so. Didn’t stop the worry that pooled in his chest when he thought about how Volo had found you. He shouldn’t have been able to be in the Coronet Highlands like that. Not when the game had been on. Anxiety pricked at his chest. Was Volo like him? He wanted to say no, but with how much Ingo had messed with the code, how could he be sure? Has messing with the game affected anyone else? Had you entering the game, changed anything else? Even if it was just Volo, he knew how reckless and delusional the man was. If he got his hands on you… Ingo didn’t want to entertain the thought. What if he had to go through with deleting Volo’s code, and it did just as you said, and corrupted the game? What if you were in the game when it happened? Would it kill you? Turn you into a mess of numbers beyond recognition? Would keeping you in his world truly be the safe option? “Ingo?” Your voice snapped him out of his internal struggle, and he gave you a small smile. “Yes, my dear?”

You looked at him for a moment, before crawling up, and pressing your lips to his. He eagerly reciprocated the kiss, melting into mush with how tenderly you kissed him. You leaned back, and gave him a small smile. “Thank you for being there for me. I don’t know what I would do without you.” You honestly told him, looking so vulnerable and sweet. Ingo was nearly breathless with how loving you were. Ingo sat up, and you moved to straddle his lap. He wrapped his arms around you, and leaned down to kiss you once more. It was slow and tender, you both taking your time with the other. Slowly, you wrapped your arms around his neck, and lazily ground into his hips. Ingo groaned into the kiss. Ingo’s hands roamed downward, his thumbs rubbing the elastic on your waistband. You quickly adjusted your hips, and he hooked his fingers onto your waistband, and slowly tugged your pants downward. You were quick to shimmy out of your pants, tossing them somewhere off into your room. Ingo separated from you, and laid his head against your neck. He nibbled on the tender flesh as you sighed, content. Ingo’s hands lightly danced over your underwear, large fingers stroking your slit through the cloth. You keened at the feeling, hands pawing at his coat. Ingo smirked into your neck. Hooking a finger on the side of your underwear, Ingo pulled it to the side, and pressed two fingers in. You practically melted into him as he lazily began to spread you open. Slowly you rocked on his fingers, sighing in pleasure when his fingers curled in a way that sent shivers down your spine. After a few moments, he lifted your hips and unzipped his pants, freeing himself with a sigh of relief. Carefully, he aligned himself to your entrance, and you lowered yourself on his cock. Ingo moaned into your neck, your tight heat delightfully squeezing him. When you were fully seated on him, you both stayed like that for a bit, comfortably enjoying the moment. He filled you so well. Slowly, you ground your hips against his, and let out a cute little moan, and Ingo’s breath wavered. He looked up from your neck, and you looked back at him. Leaning in, he kissed you again. He felt like he could stay like this forever, buried deep inside you, holding you close. Nothing else mattered. You were here in his arms, united with him. Slowly, he lazily thrusted his hips into you. It may not have been rough as the past few times you two have had sex, but it was passionate all the same. You broke away from the kiss for air, and leaned into his neck, panting. “I love you, Ingo.” You moaned out, and Ingo gave a particularly hard thrust in response. He wanted to hear you say those words forever. Quickly, he laid back down, pulling you down with him without any resistance. Gripping your hips with one arm, and holding you close with another. He adjusted his hips just a bit, before he began pistoning his hips up into you. Crying out from the pleasure, you clung to him closer and tightened your legs around him. Ingo sighed at the feeling, you clenched around him so nicely. He loved you so much. You were his, and his alone. He wouldn’t let anyone ever touch you or see you like this. You were his everything. Nothing could take you from him. The thoughts in his head only spurred him on, and he felt himself twitch inside you, his thrusts becoming erratic. You mewled at the feeling, his cock hitting so deep inside you. “Ingo, I’m gonna…” you moaned out, tightening your grip around his neck. “My love… Please come for me.” he whispered back to you, kissing your cheek. With a small cry, you came, your cunt tightening around him. He groaned at the feeling, and hugged you tightly. Thrusting a few more times, Ingo felt the knot in his stomach snap, and he came. Thrusting as deep as he could, he stilled his hips inside you, coating your insides with his cum. He wanted you to take every bit of his seed, and your cunt milked him perfectly. You sighed as you felt him fill you, and relaxed on his chest. He didn’t move to pull out, too comfortable inside of you. You didn’t seem to mind. Gently, he rubbed your back with his hand as you snuggled close, and he lovingly watched over you. He loved you so much. He would do anything for you, to protect you. His eyes darkened as he watched you fall asleep. He had plans to make. Maybe he really should consider having you stay primarily in his world. He could let you still have access to this one of course. It would be easier than fighting you on staying permanently. Now he just had to convince you. With a sigh, Ingo decided he could weigh the pros and cons tomorrow, sleep was calling his name.

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how sticky | kth

⇢ pairing: ot7 x reader // taehyung focus. ⇢ genre: smut. // pwp. ⇢ word count: 7.6K ⇢ theme: established relationships. ⇢ rating: explicit. ⇢ warnings: cursing, dirty talk, poly relationship, handjobs, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), public sex, outdoor sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up lovelies), all the boys wanna kiss yn, cum inside/stuffing, slight over stimulation if you squint. ⇢ A/N: literally this idea came to me while watching the first episode and seeing tae washes the dishes sooo, here you goo!! lmao x also if it seems messy or all over the place, that’s bc i wrote this while streaming dynamite and obvi got distracted .

Namjoon is the first to spot you, just as you're tugging your suitcase from the trunk of your car. The large grin that takes over his features as he makes his way over to you, brown hair flopping in the wind with each step he takes. A silver pot held in his hands that he must've forgotten the purpose of upon setting sights on you.

“You're here.” He says with a large smile, dimples showing while he leaning down to press a soft kiss to your waiting lips. “Did you eat?”

Just with one look around the backyard, you can tell that they just finished eating. Had hoped to arrive a bit earlier so you'd be able to eat with them. “Not yet,” He looked good, as usual, but oddly more attractive in this outdoor environment.

The blue two-piece outfit, which you had quickly realized was a favorite of his, hung loosely around his body. The muscles in his arms flexed as he kept his grip on the pot in his hand. Eyes turn to half-moons with the way he was smiling at you.

It had been a few weeks since you saw them last. What with their jam packed schedule and you keeping up with the things going on in your own life, there wasn't really time to be together the way you wanted. A constant long-distance relationship with the seven of them, even if they were only a few miles away.

Which was the biggest reason you were jumping on the chance to spend this week with them. Secluded with nothing to do but be together. It had been Jin who had suggested it, finding out that you had the same week free. What better way to spend it then with your boyfriends? Agreement coming from his younger members instantly and to your surprise, the staff was quick to agree as well.

Most times riddled a distraction, but it seemed that you being here sort of fit the relaxation, recharging theme of this entire trip. Zero complaints from you, of course, you were packing your bags the moment you got the green light.

“I'll make you a plate, wait.”

All of a sudden remembering he had been in the middle of doing something before seeing you. Quick steps are taken into the house with the pot in hand and you're right behind him, marveling at the huge land they had rented out for this. All of the greens of the mountains and grass was a pretty contrast to the bright blue sky, the sparkling lake that you couldn't wait to try out.

And there was so much stuff! Placed all over the place from where you can see, each item matching a different member's personality so well that you could guess who asked for what.

Joon is coming back, hands-free, but only to grab your suitcase, wheeling it into the house. He's gone talking to whoever is in the kitchen before he's returning, arm easily wrapping around your waist as he leads you down the hill.

“You came here looking refreshed,” He notes, finally saying out loud what he had been thinking since you were pulling the suitcase from the car.

Out of all of them, Namjoon seemed to pay a lot of attention to the way you looked. And no, not just the clothes you wore and how they fit – but like deeper. He paid a lot of attention to your facial expressions more than anything, reading your demeanor as if it was his latest page-turner.

A blessing and a curse, because although he knew when something was bothering you and tried his best to fix it without you saying a word. It was also really, extremely hard to hide things for him. Not that you tried to often.

“It was a nice drive and I'm excited to spend time with you guys,” The smile that takes over your features is causing a flutter in his heart, his large hand landing on your arm that you've wrapped around his torso – walking the rest of the way like that.

Jimin is whipping around at the sound of footsteps approaching, and you're eyes are widening at the sight of him. Unwrapping yourself from Joon's body, you're rushing the rest of your steps hands outstretched to touch the edge of the gat hanging from his neck.

“You actually wore it?” Speaking through a slight giggle and he's grinning, hands finding home on your torso as he playfully rolls his eyes. “Of course I wore it, so you better deliver,”

The result of a drunk game of Truth or Dare between the two of you. He spent the entire night choosing truth, but as soon as he was picking dare you were telling him to wear his new hanbok for the first day of shooting. He was agreeing with a roll of his eyes, boasting about how easy it was.

Then on your turn, he was hitting you with that sly grin of his. 'If I wear my hanbok for shooting, then you need to let me...' Words trailing off as he suggestively wiggled his eyebrows in your direction. You were quick to put two and two together of what he wanted. And you were agreeing because of course, you wanted it too.

With a distracted nod, your eyes are shifting to the moving figure behind him. “Of course, baby. Whatever you want.” Breaking from his grasp just as Namjoon is extending the full bowl in your direction.

You thank him with a wide smile, which he acknowledges with a short nod – going back to cleaning up while you take a seat at the table. Sat eating the food that you can tell was made by Jungkook as you watch your two men move around the yard until Joon is disappearing into the house again. Someone else exiting at the same time.

“I thought I heard your voice!” There's a smile in his voice that you can detect without having to listen very hard. And you're proven right as you lift your head, being met with Hoseok's bright smile. “When'd you get here?” He wonders once he's closer, taking the empty spot beside you.

“Not too long ago,” You speak through the mouthful of food in your mouth, the words you're speaking coming out a murmured mess.

The smile on Hoseok's face only grows, his hand lifting to push his hair back on his forehead. “I missed you.” A random confession that has heat rising in your cheeks. He always did this. Knew what a few simple words did to your mind and took pleasure in making you flustered whenever possible.

This time was no different. Just three words and you were forced to put extra focus on your noodles. He missed you. Obviously, you missed him – that's a given. But the fact that he, Jung Hoseok actually missed you and was just telling you about it casually. With that smile on his face. Yeah, he knew exactly what he was doing.

“I missed you too.” A delayed reply, but he's not faltering. Doesn't even think twice about what you could have been thinking about in the time it took you to answer. Instead, he's reaching his arm to wrap around your shoulders, pulling your body into his so he's able to press a dozen chaste kisses to the top of your head.

And then just like that, he's releasing you. Not even giving you a moment to react before he's standing from his spot beside you and moving to help Jimin clean up the outside area.

After the third time, you're asked to scoot over, you're standing feeling as though you're in the way of the cleaning. So, you go to find the others that you haven't seen yet. Thanks to a FaceTime call from Jungkook while they were going through the tour, you had a pretty good understanding of the layout of this place.

Heading over the hill to the Upper House, bowl in hand. And you're grinning when you spot Jin standing out front, staring at the line of delivered groceries in front of him. “Jinnie!” You're calling with a wave of your hand, and he's turning around.

“Yn!” He calls, just as loud – waving you over with one frantic hand.

Easily speeding up your footsteps, it's not long before you're standing in front of him. Arms wrapped around his torso in a tight hug. “What are you doing?” He's out of your hold now, bending to lift the bags off the ground.

“Putting groceries away.”

Following behind him, you shovel mouthfuls of noodles into your mouth while sinking down at the island. For a little while, you're able to enjoy your meal and engage in broken chatter was Jin moves in and out of the house.

He's filling you in on all the plans he has for this trip and the things he's excited about and you listen with a smile on your face. Loving the way he looks when he's completely in his element, eyes sparkling as he talks about being able to fish with Yoongi.

Speaking of Yoongi. Sauntering out from God knows where, white tee hanging loose – revealing a bit of his chest, baggy black jeans that you've now decided is the only thing you ever want to see him in. His hair is unkempt, laying messily over his forehead and only slightly covering his eyes.

There's a smirk on his face when he notices the blatant way you're gawking at him, sinking into the seat beside you – his cold hand not hesitating to reach for your thigh. “You're here?” He speaks in the bored uninterested drawl that you've become used to. Use to read too much into it before you were realizing that just the way he talked.

Now it had the ability to have heat rushing through your veins, especially if he was using that voice when telling you just exactly he wanted to do to you. Never failed to have you basically salivating, putty for him.

“I just came...” The patterns he draws on your inner thigh stills as he lifts his eyes to look at you, a chuckle falling from his lips. “Did you?” He asks teasingly and you're too dazed to pick up on the double meaning of your words.

His hand inches further up your thigh until the tips of his fingers are just inches from reaching the hem of your mesh shorts. Without a thought, your legs are opening for him – giving him as much room as he needs to do whatever he wants.

Yoongi's grinning at your compliance, his lips are just inches for yours. He takes a moment to study your features. Lips shiny with grease, cheeks slightly flushed, eyes staring unfocused. A slow grin lifts the corners of his lips moments before he's leaning in closer.

Yoongi kisses you once as if he's testing the waters before diving in. Grip tightening on your thigh, pulling your body closer to his while he slowly moves his mouth over yours. Soft tongue slowly tracing over your lower lip and you're instantly opening up for him.

The groan that leaves his lips from the feeling of your wet muscles meeting as arousal rushing through your veins and pooling between your legs, fingers reaching to grasp the rough material of his pants for some type of grounding.

And he grins, teeth gently tugging at your lower lip as his hand slides up your thigh toward your waist. So sure he's fingers are about to sneak underneath your shirt, so you giddily wait for the contact.

But it never comes. "Would you let the girl breathe, she just got here." Is what you hear.

Jimin, into the Upper House to change into something comfortable. And all too ready to scold his Hyung for trying something with you when it hasn't even been an hour. With a roll of those dark eyes of his, Yoongi is leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips – much different from what he had initially planned.

Moment ruined, he's standing from his spot beside you. “I'm gonna go help Jin,” He announces to no one in particular, cheeks darkened with pink from having been caught. Yoongi talked a big game, but he was the most private out of the boys. Wasn't one for an unwarranted audience and preferred to have you to himself rather than sharing you.

“Tae's washing dishes if you're done with that.” He's jutting his chin out to point at your empty bowl on the island. As he speaks, he undoes the tie of his top letting it sag at his shoulders before he's shrugging it off. And you watch his fingers carefully, allowing your mind to wander to just how skilled he was with those fingers.

Playing the same notes for the past eight years on the piano wasn't the only thing he was good at. It's a moment before you register his words enough to stand to your feet, plucking your plate up and exiting the Upper House to find Taehyung.

Back to you as he scrubs the inside of the bowl, you watch as his hips sway to whatever song he's got going in his head. No idea that you're entering the kitchen or that you've arrived – just in his own world.

Taehyung looks handsome even from the back.

His broad shoulders were still visible underneath the brown top that was just so him. He wore a pair of olive green shorts, giving you a perfect view of his strong legs and the way they flexed with the movement of his feet. Thoroughly riled up from Yoongi's interrupted touches from before, you're struck with a very mischievous thought.

Light steps are taken in Taehyung's direction, quickly setting your bowl in the sink before reaching your arms to wrap around his waist. Palms sneaking underneath the fabric of his shirt so you're able to touch his soft belly. You feel him still against you, taking a moment to put together that it's you back hugging him like this.

He's turning just enough so he can look down at you, a large smile spread across his lips as his eyes take in your face that looks brighter for some reason. “How long have you been there?” Tae tries to hug you back but gives up because of the awkward position.

“Not long,” You answer, nose pressed in the dip of his back after he's turned. Your lips place soft kisses against his covered back, the tips of his fingers brushing over the skin of his stomach. “I missed you.”

And you had. There was just something about Taehyung that drove you crazy with little to no effort. Had to be his aura. The way he carried himself. The unreadable expression that always decorated his features. How he was able to smile with his entire face, pulling large smiles on the lips of the people around him.

All of that and the simple fact of how well the boy could fuck. Of course, all of the guys knew how you make you feel good. All in their own ways, different and unique and still good. But Taehyung. Fuck, Kim Taehyung. A living Sex God, with a thick long cock that he knew how to use. Long fingers that could bring you to climax over and over again with very little time in between. And that mouth. God, that mouth.

Porn stars would blush at the dirty things that came out of that boy's mouth.

Taehyung's eyebrow is lifting at the mindless way your fingers are dipping lower down his body, flinching just slightly when the tips of your fingers are grazing his quickly hardening cock. “That type of missed me, huh?” He's grinning, you can tell without having to see his face.

Head nodding slightly, you continue placing gentle kisses against his back – fingers drawing teasing lines over his cock through the fabric of his shorts. “Don't be a tease,” He hisses.

His wet, glove covered hand is wrapping around your wrist – forcing more of his cock underneath your palm. A soft moan falls from your lips at the feeling of it twitching with the new friction. Tae's hips rock slowly with the movement of your hand, half of his attention still on the dishes he washes.

And you pout. Want to turn his mind to mush like he's done to you many times before. Until the only thing he can think about is you and how you're making him feel. Fuck the dishes.

Even on your tiptoes, you're only able to reach the nape of his neck. But it's the first bit of bare skin you're able to press your lips against so you settle for it. Leaving open mouth kisses on it while your fingers slowly make their way underneath the waistband of his shorts.

Pleased to find he had decided to forego underwear, you're instantly met with the warmth of his shaft. A low cruse falling from his lips when your cool palm is wrapping around him. And you hold it there. Waiting to hear the scoff that falls from his lips as he starts to rock his hips again – his cock sliding through your grip easily.

The sound of his breathy groans fills the kitchen, egging you on. You can feel him growing harder in your hand and the slow drag of his hips is quickly driving you crazy until you're giving in to the tiny game you were playing and moving your hand.

“Oh, fuck.” Tae hisses, the dish he had been holding crashing into the sink as his fists reach to grip the edge of the sink. Voice gruff and it's usual deep, it has a wash of arousal flooding your body and fueling your movements. Free hand lifting to grasp his hipbone, holding him steady as you bring your hand up toward his tip.

A simple swipe of your thumb over his bulbous has a shiver running down his spine and a grin pulling on your lips. Strokes on his shaft speeding up as the sound of his breathy groans tickled your ears. Hips stuttering underneath your grasp in an attempt to take more than what you were willing to give him.

Always so greedy.

“Does it feel good?” Voice hushed where he can just barely hear.

Taehyung is quick to nod his head, though. “Your hand feels so good on me, Yn. Faster,” He whines, something that you're not quite used to hearing from him. Especially over a simple handjob.

He must've missed you a lot more than he was willing to admit.

And because your soul purpose is to give Taehyung any and everything he asks for, you're rubbing down on him quicker, squeezing him a bit harder. His cock twitches and jumps in your hold and you're fastened by the effect you have on him that your grip on his hip is loosening – allowing him to freely roll his hips upward.

A strong arm is reaching back while his body twists, large glove covered hand tangled in your hair to hold your head steady. For the first time, you're getting a good look at his face. Eyes blown and unfocused, his cheeks flushed and lips bitten. He looks so sexy staring at you as if it's taking all his restraint not to devour you.

The way he leans in, crashing his lips into yours for a sloppy hungry kiss only validates your thoughts. Grip tightening in your hair to hold your head still while his tongue tickles the roof of your mouth.

You try, desperately, to keep your focus on the movement of your hand. Letting him lick into your mouth and kissing him just as much as you can without completely losing your mind. Taehyung, like his six other teammates, worked really well with his mouth. In all ways.

He's nibbling on your lower lip, harsh breaths exiting his nostrils as your thumb runs over the underside of his cock. So close and you can tell from the now frantic roll of his hips. And you're more than ready to bring him there, loved watching him fall apart for you, because of you.

More than ready to have him explode in your palm so you can like it up when the sharp knock on the glass behind you is stilling your movements. Head turning to peak behind you, but Taehyung does stop his head tilting so he's able to suck wet hickeys into your warm skin.

Hoseok stands on the other side of the door, looking extremely impatient. You move to pull your hand from his pants, but Taehyung is quick to grasp your wrist. “Yn, I swear to God.” He speaks through gritted teeth and you're flashing a bright smile up at him.

“It's Hobi,” There's another knock on the glass, “He can't just stand out there,” Laughing, you manage to wiggle yourself out of Taehyung's grasp. He watches you with squinted eyes as you pull the door open for his Hyung.

Cued in on what had been keeping you, a teasing smirk plays on his lips. “What? You're just in here giving Taehyungie all the attention?” Both hands knit into your hair from underneath, slowly closing the space between you two.

“He's working hard in here,” You defend with a slight pout. Upon realizing he wasn't going to be getting off any time soon, Tae turns his attention back to the dishes. Scrubbing the gunk off with much for strength than needed, quiet grumbles leaving his lips.

“I worked hard too, cleaned up outside all by myself. What do I get?” Lips a mere inches from yours, all you'd have to do was lift up onto your tiptoes to feel their softness. “I saw Jiminie helping you.”

Hoseok is rolling his eyes at the slight detail. You're teasing him, he can tell from the way you're gripping his shirt in your fists. Like you're desperate to feel him but at the same time seeing how much you can hold back.

What you failed to realize was, he was much better at teasing than you. Without a second thought, he's leaning down to press his lips against yours. Kiss much different from Taehyung's. More controlled. More intense. Strong hands reach for your thighs, easily lifting your body off of the floor and setting you to sit on the countertop.

He's taking up space between your legs, large hands set on your thighs while he sucks your lower lip into his mouth. You can feel the smirk that plays on his lips from the sound of your moan.

Hoseok responds by reaching back to give your ass a firm squeeze, pulling your body toward his. He's hard. You can feel it through the fabric of his neon shorts, but the moment you're angling your hips to feel more of him – he's pulling back.

“Jimin should finish up, hm?” Recalling your earlier comment with a teasing glint in his eye. Planting a soft kiss to your lips, he backs away attention now on Namjoon who had entered with a bag of groceries. As if nothing had happened.

Body buzzing and senses fogged, you're left to wonder just how many times you'd be denied the release you craved.

The two men chatted amongst each other mindlessly, surveying the contents of the fully stalked fridge in front of them. Joon is pulling a bottle of coffee from the bunch, handing it over to you with a soft smile before twisting the cap on his own. You watch as he wraps his plump lips around the edge, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows the liquid down.

Plopping down on the soft red cushion, you watch as Joon moves to offer Tae a sip of his drink. Which he's denying with a pout of his lips. From where you're sitting, you can see that his bulge has gone down a bit – but the foggy need for sexual release stays. You know the feeling. Had half the mind to get on your knees for him right then and there, not like either of them would complain.

They did share you, at times. And those were the times that you secretly hoped for each time you were being interrupted with one of them. But, all of them were so different from their interests and really liked the idea of being alone with you – it didn't happen as often as you'd like.

You could simply suggest it and no doubt they'd agree to the idea. Ready to do whatever you asked to fill your desire. But you liked the surprise of not knowing just when you'd be taking two cocks, or three, or maybe even four. All seven if the weather was right. The suspense had a great effect on you.

Jimin is entering the main house just as halfway through drinking your chilled coffee. Fully changed out of his hanbok, standing in a pair of loose-fitting black shorts and a white SAINT LAURENT tee. Dark hair floppy messily at the top of his head, evident that he's been running his fingers through it.

He looked good enough to eat and if he kept looking at you with those bedroom eyes, you were about to do just that. Beeline made in your direction, settling in the spot beside you. An innocent hand lands on your thigh and your brain short circuits, registering it as anything but.

Without a word, he's reaching for your bottle, taking a long sip from it before licking the drip from his lips. “Where's Kookie?” You ask, forcing your thoughts not to wander too much. And realizing you had yet to see that bunny smile of his, hear the cute way he say's 'Noona' as he wobbles in your direction.

The same age as Namjoon which made you older than Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook – yet Jungkook was the only one out of the three that actually referred to you as Noona. No matter how many times you'd tell him to speak comfortably with you, he'd refuse with blushed and a shake of his head.

The others believed he got off on it, the subtle reminder that you were older than him but he was still able to turn you to make you fall apart with the simple flex of his thigh. “You haven't seen him?” Hoseok speaks with his head inches deep in the fridge and you shake your head despite the fact he cannot see you.

“He’ll come running the moment he hears you're here,” Deciding that your drink is his now, Jimin stands from his spot beside you heading further into the house. Steps cut off by Jungkook turning the corner, as if on cue.

“What!?” A large grin on his lips as his sparkling eyes land on you. Soft hair bouncing as he skips over to you, leaning over the counter so you're face to face. Tattooed hand reaching forward to enclose the back of your neck, gently pulling you forward until your foreheads are touching. “You didn't tell me you were here, Noona.” Eyebrow arched and head tilted to the side.

You can barely see his face with how close you are to it, but there's no doubt that he looks attractive as hell right now in his attempt to be intimidating. Lower lip poking out in a slight plea, “I'm sorry, baby. I was asking about you, though.”

Jungkook only half listens to your words. Some space put between you and he takes advantage of that by allowing his eyes to take in your appearance greedily. Aware of the warmer temperature, you had decided a simple v-neck crop top would suffice. From this angle, he could see straight down your top. And he was doing very little to hide the fact that he was looking, respectfully.

“I'm sure you can think of some ways to make it up to me. Right, Noona?” Hand slipping from the back of your neck, the tips of his fingers brushing over the collar of your shirt. Lips suddenly dry, your tongue is jutting out to wet them. Thighs squeeze together instinctively at the promise his words held.

A contrast to his demeanor, Jungkook is placing a sweet kiss on your lips. One that lingers for a second shorter than you want, but the small smile on his lips upon pulling away is enough to make your heart melt.

All at once, he's releasing you and moving on to follow Jimin out of the kitchen. Taehyung is finishing up he dishes at the same moment, shaking his hands of the water droplets before wiping the excess onto his shorts.

Alone in the room with him again and you feel the atmosphere shift as soon as his eyes settle on you. Finally able to get a good look at you and taking in just how short your shorts are and how thin the material of your top is. But Taehyung is a gentleman when he wants to be.

His hand rests on your back, the tips of his fingers brushing against the bare skin your shirt leaves exposed. “Want to go for a walk?” Teeth biting into his plump lower lip. Instantly, you're sliding from your seat head nodding at his words.

Taehyung's arms wrap around your waist, pulling your body into his chest and you just faintly see the grin on his face before you're being enveloped in his sweet scent. Guided steps are taken into the game room where Namjoon sits, a laugh leaving his lips at the weird way the two of you are walking.

“What are you making?”

“A boat,” Joon says with a wide smile, lifting the plastic boat to show you. Cutie. Impatient, Taehyung is pushing his hips forward into yours. Even through the layers and with the small fact that he's not exactly hard at the moment – you can still feel his bulge against your ass cheek.

But he doesn't stop there, slowly dragging his hips up so you can feel his entire length. A strangled gasp is leaving your lips that has Taehyung smirking, Namjoon too focused on whether or not he just broke his model, doesn't notice.

Arms tightening around your waist, Taehyung takes a step forward – urging you to do the same.

When Tae said he wanted to take you on a walk, he wasn't speaking in sexual innuendos. You had actually gone for a walk around the land. Hand in hand making comfortable chatter as you soaked in the nice weather.

Somehow, you managed to convince yourself that he hadn't been itching to get you alone to fuck you – but really just wanted to spend some time alone with you. It's sweet when you think about it. The gentle way he's talking to you about the nervousness that surrounds working on his new mixtape. His soft thumb brushing over your knuckles as you assure him that everything will turn out alright.

It's not until you're reaching the picnic table just a few feet from the water, is he wrapping his arm around your hips. Lifting you from the ground as if you weighed nothing and setting you down on the table.

Blunt nails lightly dragging over the back of your knees as he gently spreads your legs so he's able to stand in the middle of them. He's easily hooking your legs around his waist, ankles instantly locking to pull him closer to you. “You know what I want to do right now?”

“What?” You humor him, even though you could probably guess. Arms lifting to wrap around his neck, head tilting to the side as a slight smirk plays on your lips. His mouth hovers over your ear, wet brushing over the shell of it as he speaks.

“Wanna taste that sweet little cunt. Bet you're already soaked from all the attention you've been getting.” To prove his point, Tae's fingers trail up between your thighs. Your body shudders as he drags a single digit over your slit through the fabric.

He wasn't wrong, had started to feel the heat pool between your legs when Yoongi first kissed you. Mind driving you insane with being able to be with them for this entire week. All of them. It was safe to say it had gotten to you in a very obvious way.

Not one to tease, Taehyung is using his long fingers to push both your shorts and panties to the side so his fingers can press against your bare skin. A surprised gasp leaving your lips with the nudge on your clit, hips bowing toward him. He grins.

“Gonna be a good girl for me?” He's a little breathless, but his fingers never falter. A single digit slipping past your folds and pushing through your walls. “Shit.” He chuckles at the enthusiastic way you nod your hand, tongue rolling over his lips before biting down. “Yeah? Gonna cum all sloppy on my tongue, baby? Let me hear you.”

At the end of his words, his thumb is pressing into your clit, rolling it around lazily as his finger moves slowly inside of you. “Y-yes-” Words breaking on a loud whine, he slows his fingers – waiting. “Wanna cum on your tongue, Tae... p-please.” Hips lifting to rock into his hand but he's pulling back, leaving you feeling empty.

It doesn't last long because he's quick with lifting your leg. Fingers wet with your arousal and wrapped around your thigh, bringing it up to his shoulder. Tae lowers himself to his knees in front of you, at the same time pushing the useless material aside before diving in.

Taehyung watches you through his long eyelashes while dragging his tongue along your folds. Always loved the way you looked when he was between your legs. The way you tried to keep your eyes open to watch him, biting your lip in an attempt to keep quiet, fingers tangling in his hair – holding him close. Hot.

Tongue dragging up to flick against your clit, Taehyung reaches for your other ankle. Lifting your leg over his shoulder so he's completely enclosed by your legs. Plush lips wrap around your bundle of nerves, sucking gently while he's pushing two fingers past your walls.

“Oh! Tae, fuck...” Panting at this point, grip in his hair used to pull him tighter against you. His free hand reaching around to sneak underneath the hem of your shorts, palming your ass while pulling you closer. Fingers angled to brush against the sweet spot inside of you, loving the way you squirm underneath him.

Just faintly, you can see the outline of his hard cock through his shorts. Straining against the fabric begging for some attention. Having you spread out for him, hearing those pretty moans fall from your lips is enough to drive anyone mad. And it doesn't help that Tae's been waiting for this for weeks.

Sharp teeth nip at your clit just as he's pushing another finger inside of you. “Taehyung!” You're crying out, in half pleasure – but also a warning. If he continued like this you'd be cumming before even getting to feel him inside of you.

“Close, baby?” His words are delivered into your throbbing cunt, sending vibrations through your body that has your back arching. Fingers tightening in his hair as you grind your hips desperately into him.

So close you can practically taste it, no longer able to worry about not being able to feel him. Just chasing your release. A breathy chant of 'keep going' falling from your lips as you hold his head in place.

Heat spreads throughout your body, a dull ache starting in your core and spreading throughout your body. Walls clenched so tight around his fingers that it's almost hard for him to pull back, so he doesn't, instead pushes deeper – pressing all three fingers against your sweet spot. In that exact moment, his lips are wrapping around your clit, sucking harshly and you feel the band snap.

Body tightening and legs shaking as incoherent curses fall from your lips. Taehyung watches your pretty eyes roll back, head tipping too. And once he's sure you're at the peak of your climax, he's pulling his fingers from inside of you and standing to his feet. Quick with fishing his cock from inside his shorts, you just barely notice the absence before you're being filled again.

A drawn-out whine falls from your lips at the new stretch, a thick groan from his from the tight squeeze. The wetness from your release makes it easy for him to move, though and he's thankful – too eager to wait longer than a few seconds to have you.

Your fingers struggle to find something to grasp as he ruts against you in an almost brutal pace. Each snap of his hips pushing your body further up on the table, only for him to drag you back down toward him. Loud cries and incoherent sentences fall from your lips that you're sure anyone in a 50-mile radius could put together what the two of you are doing.

Taehyung loves it, though. It's like fuel to his ever-growing ego. Chants of his name falling from your pretty lips, nails clutching at the fabric of his shirt as you beg for him. Just the knowledge he's able to make someone like you, like this. Yeah, he loves it.

“Fuck. This greedy little cunt,” He nearly grunts, eyes flashing up to take in your fucked out expression. His thumb is easily finding your clit through the wet mess between your legs, rubbing it slowly. “You wanna cum again? All over my cock this time?”

A frantic bob of your head and a whiny 'please' is prompting him to reach for your hips. Easily, he's lifting your body from the table, securing your legs around his waist. His hips rut against yours with much more fervor in this standing position. And you attempt to meet his thrusts but you're so delirious that all you can manage is a lazy bounce.

Arms wrapped around his neck and face buried in the crook of his neck, your walls squeeze around him as you feel the pressure build in your stomach again. Sloppy, wet kisses sucked into his skin. Teeth scraping against the tanned flesh before you're crying out your orgasm, body shaking in his arms.

You're positive if it weren't for the rough grip he has on your ass, you'd be sprawled out on the floor from the power of it. Taehyung fucks you through the entire thing, not slowing down until he feels his own release approaching, just second after yours. Thighs tightening and thrust becoming sloppy while he pulls your body down tighter against his.

The feeling of his thick ropes of cum coating your insides has your senses waking up, that paired with the slow drag of his cock inside of you has your legs stiffening again. Hips rocking slowly against his as another tiny orgasm washes over you. So small Taehyung wouldn't have noticed it if he hadn't been paying attention – but of course, he was.

“Did you just cum again?” He says with a laugh, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Lips sucked into your mouth to hide the sheepish grin that fought to take over your features. “It felt good... you cumming, inside.”

A triumphant grin takes over his features and he's leaning down to press a lingering kiss to your lips. “Let's keep it in then,” He's mumbling against your mouth and you're not sure what he means until he's pulling out – fingers quick to meet your entrance, pushing his cum back inside of you.

Body twitching with overstimulation, but you let him stuff you with his cum, not able to deny how hot it was. Especially the look of concentration on his face, careful not to miss a drop. Once he's satisfied, he's secured your shorts back in place patting his hand over your crotch playfully.

“You better keep it in there, too. Gonna fuck it out of you later,” He promises with a large grin, head tilting up to nibble at your jaw. He's got one hand resting on the curve of your ass, the other gripping your thigh. Zero plans to put you down any time soon, loving the way you're wrapped around him.

He'd stay like this with you forever if he wasn't for the distance shout he's hearing from the main house. Trying to ignore it and praying that you don't hear it, but as it grows louder your ears are perking up.

“Taehyung-ah!” It's Namjoon's voice and you're immediately pulling back when you register it. “Think Joon is looking for us,” You say through a giggle, the kisses he's leaving on your skin starting to tickle.

“He'll give up.” Tae murmurs, trailing a wet line of kisses down the length of your neck. And you almost agree with him, but you hear Namjoon call again and figure it would be best to just go see what he wants. So, despite Taehyung's reluctance, you're unwrapping your legs from around him.

“Or we can go see what's up.” Taehyung's changing his tune once he's realizing you weren't going to change yours.

His arm is easily sliding around your waist, pulling your body into his as the two of you make your way back into the main house. It's a little weird walking with his cum stuffed inside of you. Like a subtle heaviness between your legs that you just barely go without noticing. And if you moved too fast you could feel a bit of it start to trickle out, forcing you to pay much more attention to your movements than usual.

When the two of you are reaching the sliding door, it's locked. Your other six men are sat in the room, snickers falling from their lips with one look at your frazzled state and the fact that you're locked out.

“Ooh, what were you guys doing out there?” You can hear Hoseok's teasing tone through the glass. As if it weren't obvious. As if they didn't hear what you guys were doing out there.

Taehyung doesn't miss a beat, hand dropping down to grasp your ass. “Stuffed her full of my cum.” He says with a wide grin that has hollers of amusement falling from their lips. “Tae!” You're gasping, face heating up as you lift your arm to punch at his shoulder.

“What it's true?” Sparkling eyes turned to you, lips shaped in a soft pout that you'd lean up and kiss if you weren't sure it'd have a glob of his cum rolling down your leg.

Namjoon, your perfect little angel, is the one to pull the door open. And you're thanking him as you walk past, carefully taking the vacant spot beside Jungkook. “Do you really have cum in you, Noona?” He wonders. Eyes dark while a curious hand reaches to brush over the waistband of your shorts.

“Only a little bit,” Fingers lifting to just barely pinch your fingers together to show him. “Prove it,” He says with a tad bit of playfulness in his tone, tugging at your shorts just slightly.

You have half the mind to do just that. The thought lingering in your mind long enough for both Hoseok and Yoongi to notice. Intrigued, Hobi waits to see if you'll actually do it – but Yoongi speaks up before the tension can grow any thicker.

“We're choosing rooms,” Changing the subject completely acting as if an eight-way orgy wasn't just on the table. “Oh, right!” Joon, who had been subtly watching to see if you take Kook's dare is all of a sudden the reason he had gathered everyone.

A few moments are granted for conversation to bounce around the room, choosing where they'll sleep for the next seven days. And once they've settled their arrangements, attention is back on you – but for an entirely different reason now.

“Noona can share the floating house with me,” Jungkook is saying with a wide grin, keying you in on the fact that this conversation had been going on a bit longer than you had been paying attention.

With a quick nod of your head, you're assuring the young boy that you'll share the room with him. “I figured I'd just bounce around? If you guys don't care.” Much easier that way, whoever wanted you to spend the night in the room – you would. But to keep things tidy, you'd keep your stuff in the floating house with Jungkook.

“Of course we don't care-” Jin starts, but his words are being cut off by Taehyung's haste. “My room first!” Hand raised in a cute schoolboy raised, the look that he pins you with washes all remnants of the word cute out of your mind, though.

With a thick roll of his eyes, Namjoon's standing. “If she wants to. You choose, baby.” His attention now on you and the pet name has shivers running down your spine. There was just something about the way Joon called you 'baby' that had you keening.

He doesn't act on it, though. Not right now. And neither do you. One by one, they each break off to do their own thing until dinner time. You find yourself following Jin out to the dock after hearing he was going to fish for a little bit. You had gone on quite a few fishing trips with him, never did it but liked to keep him company when he went.

It's hard to ignore how at ease you feel here, with them. Not a single worry in mind in this secluded spot with your favorite guys. Where they're able to be themselves and be with you and be happy. Thankful that you were able to join them. And so ready to be apart of the memories this next week holds.

No matter how sticky.

- seven days in the forest spent with your seven boyfriends while they film their upcoming reality tv show. there’s no telling what the eight of you will get into when the cameras are off.

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Estocolmo

Hannibal x Reader

Masterpost

Warnings: Smut 18+ thigh riding, fingering, oral, daddy kink, plot to make up for my first attempt at writing smut.

Word count: 6.8k

Chapter One

“Fucking hell.” You sighed as you looked at the still tall stack of essays that needed grading. “I’m never getting through this.”

Your stomach grumbled, signaling it was time for a break. Stretching, the quiet was interrupted by the sound of your bone’s protest from sitting in one position for hours. It was nights like these you had regretted your choices. Sure you had known Professor Jacob loved to torture his students with too much work, but when you took the job as his assistant you assumed that he’d shoulder some of the weight. A ridiculous thought now that you’ve experienced working with him. Why should he even think of grading an assignment when he had a perfect little lackey doing it for him? That was a non question. He had been strict about the work not leaving his office, which meant you had accidentally fallen asleep in his office more than often than you would have liked. The pile of work never seemed to diminish.

Walking out the office, you thought briefly of the joy you would feel when you’d never have to see it again. These long corridors would be a thing of the past in just a few, short months. Then you’d probably go to the city and struggle for a while but at least you would be free from here. As much as you prided yourself for getting through the first round of college, the walls of the building gave you more of an annoyed feeling than anything.

Pushing open the door to the teachers lounge, you made a beeline for the fridge. The leftover pizza already seemed like a feast until you noticed it was nowhere to be seen. “Hannibal,” you whined to the empty room as you closed the fridge.

“Yes, darling?”

You startled, immediately turning around to face him, a mischievous smile was plastered on his lips. Usually your missing dinner meant to head over to his office. It wasn’t typical, but the two of you had managed a comfortable friendship between the shared late nights. Though, you suspected he’d stay longer than necessary to accompany you in the empty building. “Would you mind telling me where my dinner went, handsome?” You asked, raising a brow at him.

“Old pizza can hardly be considered dinner. Come,” he motioned to sit next to him at the table, “I’ve got a better meal prepared for you nonetheless.”

“Or maybe you just need to learn to appreciate the simple things,” you quipped as you took your seat.

“And you, the finer.”

You gave him an obvious look over, “I’d say I appreciate you plenty enough.”

Being so forward wasn’t usually in your cards. However Hannibal had always been a gentleman and it had been fun to tease at him a bit. He never complained, often just acknowledging what you said with a raised brow or chuckle. Still there was always some truth in jokes and you’d be lying to say that he was anything less than tempting. Especially in the dark grey suit and dried blood red shirt of his. ‘No’ wouldn’t come to mind if he ever offered.

“Naughty, Miss LN,” he chided you, “What shall we do with you?”

“What do you want to do with me?”

“Eat your dinner,” he said, humor in his voice as he shook his head.

You choked back a comment about him just wanting to see your mouth stuffed, deciding it was too much of a push. Instead you just opened the lunchbox he placed in front of you. Hannibal watched you expectantly as you took a bite of the meat.

Closing your eyes, you savored the bite. It had been a while since you had something home cooked. “Han... I’m going to miss you most. I don’t know what I’m gonna do without you. Delicious, as always.”

“I’m sure you’ll do just fine.” He went back to work on his own stack of papers as you ate. “Though, I’m not sure I’m ready to allow you to live off street food once we part.”

“Guess we’re gonna have to find me another man that insists on throwing away my perfectly good food to serve me home cooked meals.”

Hannibal left some remarks on a paper before pushing it to the side. “You could always come learn a few things. Maybe I’ll rest better knowing you know how to make yourself a couple of decent meals. Any guesses for the meat?”

It was a strange guessing game, but you indulged him, he was just eccentric. “Oh, definitely human,” you teased, making sure to pick up some spinach and artichoke in the next bite, “Probably had a boring name like David.”

“Close. It was Richard,” he corrected.

“Beef, it was the Rolex of all farm animals hand picked by you and I’m very grateful you shared some with me,” you smiled at him, “So how are things going with Baltimore?”

“I’ve found a beautiful home. The office, however, seems to be harder to find.”

“I’m sure you’ll find the perfect one.” Your phone started ringing. Grabbing it from your pocket, you looked at the screen. Mom. “They’re making this unnecessarily difficult,” you sighed to yourself.

Hannibal looked at you with peaked interest as you shut off your phone and pushed it away. “Is something troubling you?”

“My parents aren’t taking too kindly to the no contact rule. It’s the tenth call today.”

“You’ve cut them off?”

“I thought about what you had said,” you shrugged, “I’m tired of always having to get them out of troubles and be their ATM when I don’t have enough for myself. It’s just too much on me right now. Between school assignments, Jacob’s work pile, and my other part time, it’s all just suffocating. They keep trying to use my grandfather’s death as a leverage to make me feel bad about not talking to them now, but they just want some money. I don’t want to feel guilty about this but I can’t help it.”

“Don’t,” he placed his hand over yours, “You deserve to feel taken care of and appreciated. They aren’t providing you with that now. Especially now when they use the death of the person who raised you as leverage,” he shook his head, making a disgusted sound, “It’s for your own well-being that you take some time to breathe and be young. They provide too much stress…” Hannibal fell silent. “I’ve suggested this before but i-“

You gave his hand a gentle squeeze before pulling away. “I’m not taking your money. We’re friends. Money complicates things. Muddies the waters.”

“Friends help each other,” he reminded you, “I’ve already told you I wouldn’t want any payment.”

“But I’d still feel like I owe you.” You shook your head, “It wouldn’t feel right to me. I’m fine. I promise. Though, if you’re so willing to help me with something, I wouldn’t say no to those cooking lessons. They could be fun.”

He spared you a smile, “It would be my pleasure to teach you what I know.”

“And I’d never deny your pleasure,” your mouth spoke before you could think about it, “Sorry.”

“I don’t deny myself pleasure either,” he said, amused. “You’re fine. Now, how about we meet on Sunday? I’ll have time to figure out a full meal and gather all of the ingredients.”

“Great!” You ignored the heat that still lingered on your face, “I- um, do you need me to bring anything?”

“Nothing at all, I’ll make sure to take care of everything. All you need to do, sweet girl, is bring yourself and an appetite.”

You stifled a pleased smile at the term of affection. “I’ll make sure to do that,” sparing a glance to the clock, you frowned, “I should probably get back to work on those essays.”

“Why don’t we work on them together?” He suggested. “My colleague is notorious for drowning you in his work. I can help you sort through it all and you can have a restful Saturday without Micheal’s added stress.”

“I really can’t ask that of you. You already have enough work as it is.”

“We’ll work together. First your work, then mine. What happened to never denying my pleasure?”

Your eyes widened, but you laughed all the same. Maybe a while more in his company wouldn’t be so bad. “Fine. Hold me to my words, but it’s only going to cause you a headache. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. These new kids are… something else.”

“They’re nothing,” he stood, grabbing his papers in one hand, “Meet me in my office. We can be more comfortable there and I may have stowed away a bottle of wine.”

“What would I do without you Doctor Lecter?”

“You have arrived at your destination,” the robotic voice informed you as you parked.

You took in the mansion of a home. It was too big for someone that lived alone. The thought made you shiver. Homes should be filled with life, not empty space. Then again, he was a fan of dinner parties, extravagant ones at that, so you supposed there was life in those walls on occasion. The home itself reminded you of the houses in old movies. Ones where the lightning would strike at just the right moment as a warning to stay away. But this was real life and there was no lightning, just a sun setting on a near perfect day.

Without a warning telling you to keep away, you grabbed the gift bag and stepped out of your car. He had said to bring nothing, but you couldn’t resist a simple gift. The ties in the bag had taken out a decent chunk from your pocket, but he deserved them. Between agreeing to give you cooking lessons and helping you out with grading every so often, the simple pieces of fabric meant nothing. Besides, it was a two way gift, he’d get more of the patterned ties he was fond of and you’d get to see him in the darker colors you liked on him, knowing he’d feel compelled to wear them to show you his gratitude.

Knocking on the door, you waited a couple of minutes before he emerged. “YN, just in time. Please, come in,” he stepped to the side, “I’ve looked forward to this all day.”

You smiled and stepped past him. “I have too. Entertained myself a bit today by finding you a gift.”

“Darling, you shouldn’t have.”

Nervousness bit at you slightly, a bit self conscious they’d be too cheap for his taste. Too late to back out of it, you handed over the bag. “You’ve always been so kind and I really appreciate everything. Let me do something for you.”

He set the bag on the nearby table, laying out the ties to get a better look at them. “They’re all lovely,” he ran a finger across the fabric of a maroon one, “Fond of me in darker colors, YN?”

“What can I say?” You shrugged, “We catch ourselves spending a lot of time together. Why not make you a decent piece of eye candy?”

“Inappropriate,” he chided you, before signaling you to follow after him.

“You just wear them so well, Doctor Lecter.”

Shrugging off his navy suit coat, he draped it over a chair, making quick work of rolling up his sleeves. “Ready to get your hands dirty, my little sous-chef?”

“What are we making?” You asked, looking at his kitchen wide eyed. It was definitely bigger than your measly studio apartment.

“Frisee aux lardons, duck with a pomegranate-citrus glaze. I took the liberty of preparing a blood orange sorbet for dessert.”

“I have a proposal.”

“Yes?”

“We don’t do any of that and just have dessert for dinner.”

“No,” he gave you an amused glance, “There’s more pleasure in waiting for things. Why don’t you start washing up the vegetables and I’ll start preparing the duck?”

You stuck your tongue out at his back but set to your work. “This is what I get for befriending a charming old guy.”

“Keep going the way you are and our next meal together will be langue d’Agneau en papillote.”

“That can’t be a threat if I don’t know what that means,” you quipped, setting aside an endive.

“It means, darling,” he pointed his knife at you, “The fondness I feel for you is an inconvenience. Nonetheless, it’s welcomed.”

You smiled at him brightly, as you brought the washed vegetables over to him. “I’m fond of you too, but you gotta stop flirting and teach me how we’re gonna cook Daffy here.”

He motioned for you to grab a cutting board and a knife of your own. The two of you worked in quiet harmony, occasionally he’d tell you exactly why he was doing something a certain way or just give you simple instructions and let you have a hands on feel of exactly how to prepare something. It was nice to see him in his element. Hannibal seemed much more content in his kitchen than any where you had seen him at the college. Eventually he set his work to the side and washed his hands.

“You’re cutting them too thick. Thinner is better for this dish.” He stepped behind you, “Do you mind?”

“Go ahead.” You attempted to move to the side, but Hannibal had already caged you in between himself and the counter. His cologne was different from the one you were accustomed to him wearing, but the subtle spice of it gave a more homey feeling to him.

Hannibal grabbed your hand that had yet to let go of the knife. He made sure to show you how to cut them the right thickness. “See? A little thing can unbalance everything.”

“Hm,” you hummed, catching yourself relaxed against the man, his frame strong against yours, “I don’t see much of a difference. Pretty sure this is just your variation of a putter.”

“You assume I have hidden motives,” He acknowledged, looking down at you, “And if there were any?”

Taking the bait, you pressed a kiss to the side of his jaw. “I wouldn’t be too upset.”

His head dipped into your shoulder, taking in a breath. “What happened to not wanting to bring on complications in our friendship?”

“We only have weeks left with each other,” you shrugged, “There wouldn’t be any complications. Not really.”

“We really should get back to making our dinner, darling,” he sighed, almost seeming reluctant to pull away, “What else did you did you do today?””

It took you a second to respond, still shaking off the embarrassment. You weren’t sure what had compelled you to do that. When you looked up at him you grimaced. Grabbing a napkin, you carefully wiped away the lingering lipstick. “The ties were the more interesting part of the day, I didn’t plan anything eventful. Honestly most of my day was taken with trying to recall the shop you mentioned that carried the ones you liked.”

He hummed in appreciation, “You also managed to pick out two I have had my eye on. I’ve got new suits coming in soon that will pair perfectly.”

You beamed at that, happy he did actually like what you had chosen. “Lucky guess. It was difficult remembering the ones I had seen you wear.”

Hannibal made to grab some ingredients and set them on the counter near the stove. “Have your parents tried calling you this weekend?”

You sighed, sure you didn’t have to tell him the truth but you wanted to, he had a compelling thing to him that made it easy to just speak. “I sent them money for rent. Which was honestly the dumbest thing I’ve done in a while.”

“It wasn’t idiotic,” he stated, setting to work on making the pomegranate sauce as you watched, “They’re you’re parents. It’s only natural you worry about them. Though, I do worry they’ll think of you as a person that doesn’t stick to her word.”

“I know, I really meant to, but the thought of them out on the street. It’s not my responsibility, but I’m just so used to being their adult.”

“It’s difficult to detransition. You worry for them as they should worry for you.” He checked over a pan he had been heating, “That’s perfect. If you could please..” Grabbing the plate with the duck you set them on the pan. “With duck it’s important to render off the fat. A low heat is necessary.”

You nodded, “Low and slow, got it... You know, I’m not sure they worry about me at all. I mean- I know they don’t. It should hurt, but it’s just a fact of life.”

“They didn’t give you an opportunity to be a child. When you were supposed to be in the most carefree moments of your life, they burdened you with the responsibilities of an adult.” He held out a spoon with some of the pomegranate sauce for you to taste. “Any pain the notion inflicted on you has been killed with time.”

“There are still moments though. Suppose that’s common enough, isn’t it Doc?” You leaned in, allowing him to feed you, “That tastes amazing. I really should have paid attention.”

“It’s simple, I’ll write it out for you later.” Casting the sauce aside, he set a pot of water to boil. “Very common. We aren’t too dissimilar when it comes to how quickly we had to grow up. Very different reasons, but the fall out isn’t much different. Our paths left us in places where we’re very much alone.”

“What happened?” You asked, realizing that he had known a great deal of your family and you had known nothing more past how his day had gone or his preference of coffee. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I don’t.” Hannibal went to fill two glasses with wine. “I was very young when my parents died. My father had implemented in me that, if anything were to happen, I was to take care of my mother and sister. Which meant I had grown fiercely protective of Mischa when the time came. Soon I was acting more as her father than a brother.”

“Where’s Mischa now?” You asked, knowing at the very least she had to be in her late twenties.

His lips set into a frown, he took a quick drink. “Lost her sometime after. There was a lapse of judgement on my part and she suffered because of it. My days have often been shrouded by the thought that I could have done better by her. The ways I failed burdens me significantly.”

You rubbed his arm sympathetically. “I couldn’t even begin to imagine that pain.”

“It’s something I never wish to experience again. Losing someone you love so dearly, it changes a person.”

“I’m sure you tried your best. You’re a good man. I’m sorry you had to go through all of that when you were so young.”

“You think too highly of me,” he patted your hand on his arm, “Far better than I deserve. Still if my childhood had taught me anything, it’s to value those I hold dear. Such as yourself.”

“I’m glad we found each other. Even if it is for a short while.” You watched as he stepped back into the rhythm of cooking. Maybe you weren’t any help to him but watching him work was comforting.

He raised a brow, “Just because the amount of time we physically see each other will diminish, doesn’t mean we need to completely break apart. I’d like to have you at my dinner table later in life.”

“I’d like it if we kept in touch,” you replied, looking at a small box on the counter. The small black beads glimmered in the light, calling at you to take a peek. A neat row of recipe cards in his impeccable penmanship, numbered as high as 120 but there could have been more. “That’s sweet,” you mused, looking at the back of a card, noticing a couple had business cards on them, “You keep track of your friends’ favorites like this?”

“Friends, acquaintances, business partners. It’s difficult remembering everyone’s preferences. When I have dinner parties I like to make sure there’s a bit of something for everyone.”

“Hm, well I’m sorry I don’t have a card for you to have.”

When everything was said and done, you helped Hannibal set up the plates to have dinner. The conversation became light as you laughed along to the better memories of Mischa. From his smile it was easy to see he adored the usually shy girl. You never pressed on to find out how she died, simply choosing to bask in his soft smiles and laughter instead of entertaining curiosity. It was easy to see he rarely talked about her and you were grateful that he found that much comfort in you.

Some time later he was sitting at his harpsichord, playing a self composed melody as you browsed his shelves. There was an almost familiar calm in the air, like this was a usual happening and it would simply just happen again. A naturally reoccurring moment. You found comfort in his presence too.

You looked up from the shelves when you heard his sigh. “I can’t seem to master this melody,” he stated, “The ending never sounds right.” The annoyed demeanor contradicted his lax look. At least lax for him. His vest and suit jacket had been discarded a while ago leaving him with a popped button, loosened tie, and rolled up sleeves. “I may just leave this one in the air.”

“Sounds perfect to me,” you said, walking over to him, “Though we can be our own worst critics. I know I’m mine.”

“It sounds… forced. Almost as if it’s reluctant to work with me.”

“Forced things just need time.” You placed your hand on his shoulders, digging in your thumbs to relieve the tension you felt. A soft groan as he let his head lull back to rest against your stomach. “Time is all you need sometimes. I thought you would have learned that already, old man.”

He opened his eyes, raising a brow at you. “Always with that mouth.”

You smiled down on him fondly, something- probably the wine in your system -thought about pressing a kiss to his forehead right then. “What can I say? It has a mind of its own.”

“I do prefer when it’s otherwise occupied,” he stated, closing his eyes again.

Your fingers dug a little deeper at that, caught off guard. “And yet.”

Hannibal played a couple soft notes, seemingly testing the waters for his next attempt at getting it to sound right. “And yet.” The first melody seemed almost innocent, but was followed by a second seemingly stalking after it. “Would you mind putting on a record? It seemed I’ve grown bored with music of my own.”

“Sure thing, Han.” Giving his shoulders one final squeeze you pulled away from him. At the record table you browsed through his selection. Hannibal was still composing as you decided to go with a record that looked more worn than the others, figuring something well loved would help him out of his frustrated state. Setting it on the platter, you gave it a brief once over with the anti static brush, knowing he’d probably be attentive to that type of thing, and dropped the needle. The music filled the air as you took in the melody. “Very you.”

He let out a soft chuckle, abandoning the harpsichord, in favor walking over to you. “Very me, indeed.” Hannibal took the record sleeve out of your hand, setting it down on the table. The music’s build up reached. “Would you give me the honor?” His hand was stretched out toward you.

You gave him a sheepish smile, “Afraid I’m going to have to disappoint. I’m not much of a dancer.”

“I’ve been told I’m a wonderful teacher,” he pressed, a charming smile on his lips, “We all start somewhere. Let me be yours.”

A soft laugh bubbled from you as you took in his look of boyish excitement. “You’re not allowed to complain when I step on your toes.” You placed your hand in his.

He gave a gentle squeeze to your hand. “If you’re too terrible, I’ll show you the way I taught Mischa. You can stand on my toes as I try to help you commit the movements into muscle memory.”

“Handsome and a comedian.”

“I try my best.” Hannibal gave you a gentle spin as he pulled you closer. A kiss was pressed to your hand before he placed it on his shoulder. “Now, just follow after me,” he instructed, placing his hand on your hip.

The moment could have made you fall for the man as you danced with him throughout the room. Toothy smiles and teasing winks were sent your way the couple of times you stepped on his toe. Soon enough, you figured out the pace and learned how to follow through with his unspoken plans. Still, ever the novice, you managed to place your foot in a way that sent you both stumbling to the floor.

Hannibal held you close to his chest, ensuring you didn’t get hurt in the fall. “Oh my sweet girl,” he laughed, “we are going to need more practice.”

You hid your face against his neck, ignoring the fact that he could feel how hot your face was getting. “You want more of that?”

“You were doing perfect, YN,” he stroked your hair sympathetically, “One misstep isn’t something to be embarrassed about.”

Taking a deep breath, you shifted off of the older man, opting to sit beside him on the floor. Hannibal followed suit, leaning back on his elbows. “I really am going to miss seeing you regularly,” you admitted, reaching out your hand to push back the hair that had fallen in front of his eyes.

“We spend much of our time together,” he acknowledged as he looked at you curiously. “In the kitchen-“

Your eyes widened slightly, “We don’t need to talk about that i-it’s fine. No hard feelings.”

“Romantically or physically?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Do you see me as a romantic or physical conquest?”

“I, um,” you opted to look at your fumbling hands, “I’m honestly not sure about romance… especially considering… everything and my experience when it comes to romance. Never really thought past- I’m talking too much.”

Hannibal’s hand tilted your chin up, forcing you to look him in the eye. “Oh? What happened to the confident girl in the kitchen? Don’t go shy on me now.”

“I was high on your cologne, you can hardly blame me,” you rambled, “It pairs with mine nicely I think.”

His thumb stroked absentmindedly at your jaw. “Such a sweet little thing you are… Now, tell me, YN, what couldn’t you think past?”

“You,” you offered lamely, “Mostly nights when I needed to relax. You’d cross my mind. I’d wonder how you felt. How’d you do things. Maybe you’d like to leave bruises only you’d ever know about…”

“There’s something special in knowing what others don’t,” Hannibal acknowledged, “I do enjoy my lovers wearing my marks, hidden from others view and only acknowledged by myself. As it should be, I’m certain you agree.”

You swallowed thickly at the implication of being marked as his solely. The idea of having normal conversations with him at the college with evidence of him knowing you well burned against your skin. Maybe you’d see if you could convince him into one particular fantasy Friday night had conjured.

He rested his thumb against your bottom lip, bringing you back to him. “I’ve had thoughts of my own… I wonder… Have you ever wrapped a hand around your own neck?” Hannibal smirked at the way your lips parted in surprise as he felt the heat rise to your face, caught in a way you hadn’t expected. “Sweet girl, were you desperate for me?”

You went to lick your bottom lip out of habit, instead finding the pad of his thumb. “Yes, sir.”

“Darling,” he sighed out softly, almost disappointed, “we could have sorted you out this entire time, if you’d only ask politely. There would have been no need for you to imagine, creative as you might have been. You always put everyone’s needs before yours, but where does that leave you?” Hannibal his thumb pressed against your lips lightly, humming in satisfaction when you let him in, already so compliant. “All you have to do is ask. What would you have me do tonight?” A soft pop sounded in the room as he pulled his thumb back, smearing your spit onto your lips and chin.

“Just tonight?” The words rolled out of your mouth thoughtlessly.

A soft laugh. “Maybe more, if you behave.”

Hannibal threaded his hand into your hair, pulling your head back slightly. Leaning closer he took a deep breath, taking you in, before leaving a simple kiss against your neck. His warm breath fanned across your face as he kept you in anticipation. Finally he graced you with a feather light kiss, so quick you weren’t sure you even noticed. You didn’t have time to feel ashamed of the whine that had escaped when he started to move away. Following after him, you caught him in an urgent kiss, threading your own hands in his hair to make sure he’d stay close. Hannibal bit at your bottom lip, his tongue sliding in the second you gasped. You ignored the sting and slight coppery taste.

Sure you had had your fair share of ventures. It was only natural to crave the attention for the night or a couple hours. However, Hannibal didn’t feel like any of your past partners. His kiss was unrelenting and passionate. Quickly he learned exactly how to kiss you to ensure you’d moan into his mouth. You weren’t sure how long had been spent like this. Lips on lips. Someone’s wandering hand trailing down the other’s body. The growing need. Every movement slowly became bolder. Hannibal took the time to pull you onto his thigh, closing the distance between you even more. He kissed along your neck until he found a spot that made you buck against him.

“Please,” you sighed out, not really knowing exactly what you wanted, but having faith that he’d give you just what you needed.

Hannibal leaned his forehead against yours, “Are you sure about this, darling?”

It wasn’t time for contemplation though, everything was already set into motion. He had just asked out of politeness. His hands moved to your hips, he dragged you against himself in a way that clouded your mind. “You’re very convincing,” you said with a shuddered breath. Leaning your head against his shoulder, you matched his rhythm. At the moment everything in the world was him and you couldn’t find it in you to mind.

“You came to me,” he pointed out. His hand tugged at your shirt and you allowed him to pull it off. Fingers raised goose bumps along your skin as he followed the fabric of your bra to unclasp the material.

“Could you blame me?” You kissed the side of his jaw for the second time this night. The lipstick mark left behind wasn’t as embarrassing when you were half undressed on his lap. A blush blossomed in your chest as you watched his darken eyes take you in.

Hannibal kissed along your chest. His hand made its way into your pants, drawing slow circles on your clit. Your soft moan and jut of your hips urged him for more. Before you could ask, he thrusted two fingers inside of you, the pace changing every so often as he took in your reactions. You leaned your head against his shoulder as you grinded against his hand. Soft whimpers were muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

“Come on sweet girl,” he used his free hand to pull you off of his shoulder by the hair, “you shouldn’t be hiding. Look at me when I’m touching you. Don’t you want to be my good toy?”

You nodded meekly, unable to make a smart comment when you saw a smirk settle on his lips as a too loud moan took its place.

“That’s it, no one can hear you,” he teased as he worked at the spot harder, his thumb rubbed at your clit. “You seem very close, what if I…”

As he went to move his hand, you grabbed his wrist to stop him. “No, no, no. Please, I’ll be good for you.”

He chuckled, but didn’t say a word as he brought his pace back up. Instead he chose to revel in your soft sounds and the way you had to focus to keep your eyes on him. Finally, he decided keeping you on the edge was enough and allowed you to cum on his fingers.

“Clean up your mess,” he said as he thrusted his cum coated fingers into your mouth, “There you go, good girl.”

You watched him as you sucked his fingers clean. Bringing a hand down you palmed cock through his pants, fully intending on returning the favor. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

“I’m afraid that status isn’t going to change anytime soon.” Hannibal kissed your pouted lip. “Don’t worry, I fully intend on taking care of you. Come, let’s make you more comfortable.”

As he stood, Hannibal offered you his hand to help you up. You followed him through the home to his bedroom, a place you didn’t think you’d end up but were more than pleased to see. Still you weren’t exactly taking in the sights when you were pulled into a rougher kiss as he led you toward his bed. A not too gentle push to your chest landed you on top of it. Leaning back on your elbows, you watched as Hannibal took his time undressing you fully.

“You don’t play fair,” you complained, shifting yourself higher on the bed, away from him, “I like a pretty view too you know.”

He smiled, looking down at you fondly, “Very well, but only as a reward for earlier. I know you struggled.”

You smiled at that, shaking your head, “Come here won’t you?”

There wasn’t any time wasted when he settled on top of you, you didn’t have his patience. Your hands worked on his tie and buttons as his lips and teeth trailed across your chest. A subtle grind against your pussy had your thighs squeeze his waist. Pushing his shirt off, you felt down his chest, still surprised by how muscular he seemed to be underneath it all. You wondered if he’d stop you as you reached for his belt.

“That’s enough. I don’t think you’ve earned it just yet.”

An annoyed huff was all you could manage.

“All in its time, darling.” A surprisingly gentle kiss was dropped on your cheek. “Can you manage waiting a while longer for me?”

You resisted the urge to nuzzle against him, unused to such soft displays from past partners. “Yes, sir...”

“Always such a sweet, polite thing.”

Hannibal kissed and bit his way down your body, ensuring there would be evidence of him the next time you saw yourself in the mirror. He allowed you to thread your fingers in his hair, giving him a soft push down when he took too long marking you in one spot. It wasn’t much longer until Hannibal was level with your thighs, he pushed them further apart. A moment passed without anything before you remembered his rule. Willing yourself up you looked down at him, catching a wink before you were rewarded with a broad lick. Hannibal sucked your clit, pressing your hips down when you grinded against him.

A helpless noise was the most you could do.

He bit your thigh, his fingers immediately making their way back inside of you, targeting the spot he had quickly learned turned you to putty.

“You really are beautiful like this,” Hannibal acknowledged, “Completely at my mercy. Desperate for anything I’m willing to give you.”

There wasn’t any time to think up something to say as Hannibal’s mouth replaced his fingers, silencing any words that weren’t his breathy attempts of his name and pleas. Teeth grazed against your clit and a soft moan of his own was enough to pull you closer.

“Please, daddy,” you begged, too far gone to be embarrassed by your slip, “I’m close…”

Hannibal was merciful, helping you finish as quickly as you had asked. Maybe at another time he would have teased and made you hold on longer but there was only so much patience he had. Especially when there was such an eager lover begging him. You watched him, dazed, as he came back up, his hand gripping at your jaw.

“Open.”

Doing as he wanted, you opened your mouth, instantly receiving a mix of the still lingering wine he had drank at dinner and you. He watched as you swallowed.

He let out an almost dreamy sigh. “So pliant.”

Hannibal kissed you, finally allowing you to get your way as you pushed off the last clothes. You pumped him in your hand, working up the courage as you shook off the daze he had left you in. He was definitely the most talented partner you had had.

“We don’t have to go any further,” Hannibal reassured you, kissing the side of your mouth, “I’m perfectly sedated watching you.”

You shook your head immediately, not wanting him to think you were hesitant. “I want to, college guys aren’t so giving, just needed some time to clear my head.” As if to prove your point you gave him a squeeze, that made him thrust into your hand on instinct. “I just feel bad you’re doing all the work.”

“I prefer it,” he groaned quietly, as you thumbed at the slit. Hannibal rolled so that you could be on top of him, “But if you insist…”

A soft laugh. “That was hardly the fight I was expecting,” you muttered teasingly, kissing his jaw.

“My patience is running thin.”

At that you straddled him, your hand lining him up with you. His hands held you steady as you sunk onto him. The both of you moaned softly when he was fully inside. Hannibal slowly grinded you against himself as you adjusted to his size. Hands against his chest, you started riding him in earnest.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised you, his fingernails digging harder into your hips.

“Yours,” you whimpered, too enthralled in the feel of him to pay any attention to the weight of what you were saying. His groans underneath you encouraged you more than anything. “All yours.”

Hannibal sat up, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you firm against him. His soft kiss was a contrast to how roughly he was working himself into you. You couldn’t find it in you to care that he had taken control again. Instead you wrapped your arms around his neck, letting him do as he pleased, just enjoying the way his hands and lips would travel across your body. Teasing, pinching, biting everywhere he could reach. Your chest alone would be covered in marks left behind by Hannibal. That would be a problem for the future you to deal with at the moment you were too preoccupied with begging him for more. He’d slow his thrust whenever he felt you close to the end, chuckling lowly at the whining sounds you had made.

“Give daddy one more sweet girl. I know you can.”

You moaned loudly, giving Hannibal exactly what he wanted. When he wanted. Drained, you fell limp against his shoulder. Every small sound you made broadcast directly to him as he used you for all your worth. His arms tightened around you when you tried to pull away from the over stimulation.

“Daddy’s close,” he promised, his accent thicker than usual, “I’ve taken such good care of my girl. Be good for me.”

Nodding, you dug your nails into his shoulders. You could be good. He had been so good to you after all. Still your vision blurred and it had taken a while longer for him to finally go still inside of you.

Hannibal kissed the side of your head, before pulling you to lay down against him. His thumb wiped away the stray tear that had managed to fall. “You did so well for me. Are you alright? Do you need anything?”

You sighed sleepily, curling into his side more comfortably, “I’m alright. Just want you.”

“We’ll take care of you later,” he promised, seeing how tired you were, “You should rest, darling. I’ll be right here.” His hand rested on your hip, thumbing at forming bruise gently. Between the soft touch and his quiet humming, it didn’t take long for you to find sleep.

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Handcuffed together

Summary: Loki and you hate each other, but are both part of the Avengers. They are fed up with you two fighitng all the time and hancuff you together, so you can learn to tolerate each other. Word count: 3.132 words Warnings: Smut, dubious consent (it is consentual, but not specificly said), angry Loki, degrading A/N: Based on a idea from @the-best-phineas. Hope you like it! If anyone has an idea, or suggestion just let me know :)

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With a loud click the handcuff around your wrist closed. You immediately tried to unlock the cuff, but it wouldn’t give. “Like that would work” Loki commented. You gave him a glare but turned your attention back to Tony. “Seriously, this is not necessary. Give us another chance” you begged him. “Look, we are all sick of the two of you constant fighting, it is effecting the team and the missions we’re on. And all that magic-crap makes everything worse. So, until the two of you can tolerate each other you’re cuffed together. And you’re both not allowed on missions before you finish this one” You sighed heavily but knew that arguing more was futile.

“I must say, you’re taking this better than I thought you would” Tony said to Loki. “Escaping handcuffs isn’t that difficult, Stark” Loki replied. Tony secured the cuff on Loki’s wrist. He then walked hastily to the door. “Oh, one more thing. These handcuffs are designed so you can’t use your powers” Tony said and quickly exit the room. Loki immediately tried to escape his cuff with magic, but nothing was happening. You tried as well, but got the same result, nothing. You met his eyes, which were full of anger. “I thought escaping from handcuffs wasn’t that difficult” you said sarcastically. Loki didn’t break eye contact. The anger was radiating off him, you swore you could physically feel it. He didn’t say anything but turned around and walked away. When you didn’t move he yanked at his side of the cuffs and you were forced to take a few steps in his direction. “What the… LOKI..” you started angrily, but he didn’t react. He kept walking while ignoring you. Right now, you had no other choice than to follow him, trying to keep up.

He pushed his bedroom door open with so much force, you thought it would break. He walked towards his bookcase and was taking out different books, flipping through them. You had enough and yanked at the handcuffs, making the book in his hand fall on the ground. “STOP. WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING” you yelled at him. He gave you his angriest look, the one he said he reserved specially for you, because he never met anyone who was as stupid and annoying as you were. And that included his oaf of a brother. “I am finding a way to free myself from you” he spat. “So, just stand there and try not to get in the way” he turned his attention back to the bookcase. “You can’t just walk away and drag me along” you grumbled. “Apparently I can” he said with a sly small on his face. You yanked at the cuffs again, making Loki drop his book again. He turned to face you, grabbed your throat with the cuffed hand and pushed you hard against the wall behind you. Your scream was cut off by his other hand covering your mouth. He wasn’t chocking you, but the tightness off his grip wasn’t comfortable enough for you to relax. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, which was weird. It shouldn’t.

He pulled his hand away from your mouth after standing there for what felt like eternity. “Look, I’m much stronger than you are. So, I’m going to find a way to free myself. The only thing you have to do is staying out of my way” he growled. He let go of your throat, but still stood extremely close to you. “Yeah, this whole act doesn’t scare me” your voice hoarser than you would have liked. Loki chuckled “Look, when you had your powers you had some sort of defense, even tough it was weak. Without your powers.. you don’t stand a chance against me” You slapped him hard across his face. His face turned sideways, but his cheek didn’t show any red mark. He slowly turned his head to face you, giving you a wicked smile that sends chills trough your body. He didn’t say anything, just stared at you. But both of you knew, you had just proofed his point.

The rest of the morning you two sat on his bed. Loki was busy reading different books and he sometimes grumbled in annoyance. You were playing a game on your phone, trying to ignore him. Loki snaped his book shut and threw it across the room. You looked up from your phone “I assume the search is not going well then?” you couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at his frustration. “Just shut up, it’s not like you are any useful” he replied. He sighed and laid down on his bed. His put his cuffed hand on his chest, which meant that your hand also touched his chest. When he felt your hand, he puts his hand down beside him, pretending it didn’t happen. “We could pretend to like each other for this afternoon, and we surely will be free before dinner” you said. Loki didn’t reply. He sighed heavily “Fine” he muttered. He got up from the bed, which mean that you had to crawl to his side to get up as well. When it took to long he grabbed your arm and pulled you to your feet in front of him. Not anticipating this move, you stumbled and fell into his chest. His free hand immediately grabbed you by your hip to steady you. A weird feeling was spreading from your hip through your body, you couldn’t quite place it. When he dropped his hand you still felt his touch. “Shall we?” he said. You nodded and followed him towards the living room. But there was no one there. Loki walked towards the kitchen, with you close behind him. There was a note on the kitchen table.

Loki and (Y/N), The team had to leave for a mission. We will be back in two days. Don’t kill each other. - Natasha

Loki crumbled up the piece of paper and threw it through the kitchen. “Great, just great. Two day stuck with you” he said angrily. “Lucky me, two days in the presence of a god” you replied with as much sarcasm as you could. Loki gave you an angry glare, which you ignored. He stormed out of the kitchen, yet again dragging you along. After a few steps you yanked at the cuffs and halted in your track. “Look, we both want nothing more than the be free of each other. But we’re at least stuck with each other for two day, so how about some rules?” you started. Loki didn’t say anything but nodded.

“First, discussing where we are going, no more dragging me along and doing whatever you want” you started.

“No talking unless absolutely necessary” Loki replied.

“No more threats, or throat grabbing”

“No more punching”

“How about no touching of any form?” you said.

“Fine by me. Also, no more singing. You are really bad at it”

“No more insulting me!!” you half yelled

“Don’t make insulting you so easy then!”

There was a long silence. “We sleep in my room” Loki said. “IF you behave this day, I MIGHT consider letting you sleep in the bed” you rolled your eyes at that comment. “I accept that we sleep in your room, but only IF I sleep in the bed too. Otherwise, we sleep in my room” you said. He smirked “If you weren’t so insufferable I might even enjoy this little negotiation” You couldn’t help but smile at his comment “same for me” you replied.

The rest of the afternoon went by rather peacefully. Loki was reading books and you were watching a series on tv. There was one awkward moment when you had to use the toilet, but you had to admit that Loki did his best to give you all the privacy you needed. So, you did the same when he had to go. Your stomach started to rumble, you were getting hungry. “Shall we order food?” you asked Loki. After a very long discussion you both finally agreed on Chinese food. In hindsight it wasn’t the best idea to eat Chinese food when you only have one hand. During dinner, your hands sometimes touched each other, by accident. But every time you felt his hand against yours spark like electricity shot through your body. You suddenly forgot how to breathe and didn’t know where this was coming from. You were hoping Loki didn’t notice and try to ignore the feeling.

After dinner things basically stayed the same. You put on a movie and halfway through Loki decided to watch it too. But none of you said a word to each other. After the movie you were getting tired. “Can we go to bed?” you asked. Loki nodded and the two of you walked to his bedroom. That was when things got a little awkward. You both turned your back towards each other when the other undressed. Loki had pulled down his pants and his shirt, which was now hanging on the chain of the cuffs. You were currently undressing yourself, getting rid of your own pants and pulling your T-shirt over your head, hanging it next to Loki’s on the chain. You currently were in a bra and thong, mentally slapping yourself for not thinking this through this morning. Worst off all was that it was in dark green, which was a colour you wore often before Loki joined the team. When Loki turned around you saw his eyes roam your body, suddenly you felt extremely exposed. You noticed that Loki was more muscular than you thought, if he were any other man on the planet you would have thought his body was attractive. You cleared your throat, snapping Loki’s eyes to meet yours. If you didn’t know any better you thought you saw a slight blush on his cheeks.

He walked towards his doors and turned down the light. His room was completely dark, and you couldn’t see a thing anymore. You heard Loki walk and felt your hand pulled towards his direction. You were hesitant to move, not wanting to trip or bump into something. “Why are you not moving?” Loki asked annoyed. “I- I can’t see a thing” you replied. Loki walked closer to you, his free arm grabbed your shoulder, and he took your cuffed hand with his. You flinched from the sudden touch, not expecting it. “Relax, I’m not going to hurt you” he said. “I know, you just startled me” you replied. He guided you towards his bed and let you get in first. “Thanks” you whispered. “Just go to sleep” he replied. But sleep did not come easily. It was difficult to find a comfortable position, because of the handcuffs. But somehow you managed.

The light shining through the curtains woke you up. Loki was still fast asleep, he looked peaceful. He was laying on his side, facing you with his free hand underneath his head. His cuffed hand was on top of yours. You slowly moved your hand from underneath his. His eyes snapped open, and he looked at you. You were both silent. He cleared his throat “Breakfast?” he asked, you nodded. You both decided it was a good idea to make pancakes. However, cooking with handcuffs on was more difficult than anticipated. Especially since Loki wasn’t much of a cook. You got frustrated and told him to just get out of your way. You finally had the batter how you wanted and picked up the bowl to bring it near the stove. Loki, wanting to get out of your way, choose the wrong direction making the two of you bump into each other. You lost your grip on the bowl and it fell on the ground.

“Seriously?!” you asked angrily. “It’s not my fault you don’t watch where you’re going” Loki replied equally angry. “Why are you incapable of just admitting you’re not perfect and say sorry?”

“Why do you always look to me when someone has to take blame for your actions?” he spat back.

“You are the most insufferable person I’ve ever met!”

“God” Loki corrected.

“What?”

“I’m not a person, I’m a God!”

“Some God you are, you can’t free yourself, you can’t even make your own pancakes” you replied sarcastically.

“I suggest you chose your next words very carefully” he warned you.

You being you, decided to ignore the warning. “You might think yourself a God, but you are the only one who does” you said, knowing it would get some sort of reaction out of him. Loki used to cuffs to spin you around, your back against his chest. His cuffed arm was around your throat and his free hand around your stomach, holding you in place. “If you don’t shut up know, I make you” he whispered in your ear with a dangerous tone in his voice. Your whole body felt on fire, yet again. Before you knew that you did it, you pressed your ass against his groin. “Oh, you like this don’t you?” he purred in your ear. “Shut up and let me go” you said, trying to squirm out his grip. “No, you want this” he said.

“I don’t” you replied.

“That’s a lie”

“Like you would know. You may have the title God of Lies, but like we established... you’re no God” you laughed.

“I don’t need to be the God of Lies to know. You heart rate is up, your pupils yesterday dilated when you saw me shirtless, and your voice is higher. And the best thing is, your needy body betrays you” he laughed back.

You had enough. You kicked the back of your foot against his shin, but Loki didn’t even flinch. “Bad choice, kitten” he said. Without warning his teeth sunk into your neck. Instead of making your scream it made you moan louder than you would have liked. His hand on your stomach travelled downwards, going straight for your core. He cupped your heat with his hand and one of his fingers strokes between your folds. Revealing that you indeed were turned on, and already extremely wet. “Hmm.. such a needy slut you are” he hummed. You wanted to protest, you should protest, but alle words had escaped you. Your breathe was ragged and you knew you what was going to happen.

Loki spun you around, pushing your upper body on the kitchen counter. He held his cuffed hand in your hair, forcing your hand behind your back and your head down. You tried to squirm away, but Loki wouldn’t budge. “We both know you can’t escape and we both know you don’t want to. So now I’m going to fuck you, maybe you think twice next time you talk to me like that” he growled. His free hand hovered over the buttons of your pants and in one smooth motion he opened them. He pulled your pants down, caressing your butt. Goosebumps were starting to form, and you felt yourself grow wetter from his touch. Loki had freed his erection through his zipper, still wearing his pants. He stroked his shaft up and down your slid. Slightly dipping through your folds, coating himself in your wetness.

Without warning he thrusted inside of you, making you cry out in pleasure. He started thrusting in and almost out of you in a very quick pace. His cock filled you up completely, even reaching your g-spot when he was fully inside of you. You started to rock your hips, meeting his pace. “That’s it, good girl” he praised you. It made you blush and clench your walls around his cock. He left darkly at your reaction. You felt your orgasm starting to build up inside of you. Loki’s animalistic way of fucking you was becoming too much. Right before you reached your high you moaned out loud “Oh my God” Loki stilted deep inside of you. “What did you say, darling?” he mused. “I- .. just keep going” you replied, hoping he would let you come undone. He leaned his upper body over yours, his lips right by your ear. “Just repeat it, if you want to come of course” he purred. You didn’t respond and thought about giving up your climax. Loki slowly moved pulled out and back inside of you. He knew you were close and was using that against you at the moment. “What’s wrong, kitten? Usually you’re so talkative” he chuckled. He was keeping his slow pace, keeping you on the edge but not pushing you over it.

You groaned in frustration. “Fine, I said oh my God” you said annoyed. Loki picked his pace up slightly, but nowhere near how fast you needed him. “So, you do admit that I’m a God?” even tough you couldn’t see his face, you just knew he had his signature smirk on his face. “Yes” you said to gritted teeth. Loki just laughed “Now, was that so difficult?” before you could answer he was thrusting at a fast pace. To your surprise Loki himself was starting to moan slightly, muttering things under his breath about how tight you were and how good you feel around his cock. It didn’t take long before you reached your climax. When you reached your high you couldn’t help but cry out “Oh my God Loki” adding fuel to his thrusts. He came right after you.

He collapsed on top of you, leaving feather light kisses on your neck. He pulled out of you and handed you a kitchen towel to clean yourself up. You pulled up your underwear and pants, not being able to look Loki in his eyes. You grabbed another bowl and started on a new pancake batter. Loki stood right behind you, hands on either side of you. He was nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck. “If I knew this would shut you up, I would’ve done it much sooner” he mused. “That was a one-time thing, don’t get any ideas. I still hate you” you replied. “Oh no, new rule. Every time you anger me, I’m going to fuck you like the slut you are” You knew it shouldn’t, but you felt yourself get excited again. “It’s only for a day and a half, so I just won’t make you angry” you replied dryly. Loki laughed “Kitten, even if we’re free from these cuffs I am still going to fuck you. You laid with a God and now you’re mine” You scoffed “That’s not how it works” Loki pulled you closer against his chest and cupped your breast with his free hand. He chuckled when you gasped and closed your eyes. “It is. By the time, the team is back, you will worship me like you should”

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